It would have been a crisis anyhow, but it was complicated in Ann Veronica’s mind by the fact that a letter lay on the breakfast-table from Mr. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. She turned back to Gerald, holding out her hand. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees.
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