” He replied solemnly, looking straight into her eyes. He perceived, however, that both the novels he read and the world he lived in discountenanced these assumptions. She heard their feet and muffled voices. She was still fully dressed; so all she had to do was to pause before the mirror and give her hair a few pats. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared. "Of course," responded the widow, heaving a deep sigh. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing.
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