The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. She had also discovered the names of Grimm and Andersen; but at that time she had not been able to visualize "the pale slender things with gossamer wings"—fairies. ” “A little pit!” said Ann Veronica; “a little prison!” “It’s just as often a little refuge.
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