But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. "Not the sort of stories young ladies should read. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. She is more dear to me than anything else. A vast indifference settled down upon him. For a time they walked in silence. Oh God! my limbs fail me. Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands.
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