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Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. Briefly explained, she was as the child who discards the rag baby for the living one.
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