“For Heaven’s sake, no,” she answered quickly. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. His slightest move caused her infinite pleasure. It’s an engagement ring. It begins with that queer piccolo solo. She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. “Yes.
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