A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her father.
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