Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. CHAPTER VIII. ” So they talked on whilst supper was served, falling easily into the spirit of the place, and yet both of them conscious of some new thing underlying the gaiety of their tongues and manner. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. " He patted her hand.
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