America, the land of rosy apples and
snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. Are you going to write a novel?”
“Not I,” she answered gaily. "What's the matter, father!" continued the new-comer, addressing Wood. "There!" cried Mrs. She smiled. The terrors and anxieties of the last few
months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream,
dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. He leaned forward,
and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she
sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and
there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and
seductive music from her lips.
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