“I suppose most people’s letters are queer. The Bitchster strikes again. It’s a pure joy of giving—giving to YOU. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. "What a wonderful colour!" she exclaimed. Och! many a mug o' bubb have I drained wi' the landlord, Joe Hind. But your face! What happened here just before I came?" "Perhaps God wasn't quite sure that I could hold what I had, and wanted to try me out. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts.
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