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It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. I did not know you spoke Kanaka," he broke off. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. She was introduced, perhaps a little too obviously for her taste, as a girl who was standing out against her people, to a gathering that consisted of a very old lady with an extremely wrinkled skin and a deep voice who was wearing what appeared to Ann Veronica’s inexperienced eye to be an antimacassar upon her head, a shy, blond young man with a narrow forehead and glasses, two undistinguished women in plain skirts and blouses, and a middle-aged couple, very fat and alike in black, Mr. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. The entrance was barred against them; and they had the additional mortification of hearing Sheppard's loud laughter at their discomfiture. ’ ‘She once more,’ came in disgust from the girl on the bed.
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