“But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel. "'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad. "Farewell!" cried Jack, breaking from them, and rushing down the street. No matter how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not bring it to a halt. 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.
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