” “I think, Mr. She thought of Capes. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. You will find the proof in McClintock's safe.
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