Life seemed a very brave and glorious enterprise to Ann Veronica that day. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity.
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