The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Presently he heard her voice. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. Wild is a friend of yours, I'm sorry for what I said. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. Boys keep you busy, don’t they?” Lucy said in a light tone. "Nothing!" echoed the other, scornfully. These festivities, however, were not witnessed by the newly-married pair, who had departed immediately after the ceremony for Manchester. She drank it obediently. Miss Stanley had determined from the outset to have the warmest affection for her youngest niece and to be a second mother in her life—a second and a better one; but she had found much to battle with, and there was much in herself that Ann Veronica failed to understand.
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