Why in heaven’s name didn’t I think of that before?’ ‘What are you talking of?’ ‘Never mind that now. ‘Your niece, ma’am. Our quarrel's quite over. My boys buy them with beads or bolts of calico of mine. “We’re in for it. 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. It was the first expression of the mother's blood.
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