"I knew his poor mother, and for her sake I'll not see this done," cried John Dump. 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. She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him.
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