And yet, at the end of this prayer a subconscious thought broke through to consciousness. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. But the possible attitude of her father she had still to face. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance.
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