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He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. Her mind turned and accused itself of having been cold and hard. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. It was so hopeless to put it to them. "Mr. You came out like an ant for your nuptial flight. My boys buy them with beads or bolts of calico of mine. At this gate two paths meet. She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but there are grades and qualities of love.
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