There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. And now—Dear! Dear! The dayspring from on high hath visited me. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. . “My child, I do not wish. “I don’t see what else I could have said,” he remarked. Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and wishing he could talk things out with her.
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