Chapter 9 - (VERSO)
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headlands on either side were darkly purple, and the sun left behind him a vast, cloudless arc of fiery fiery daffodil and elusive rose. Back over the orchard in a cool, green sky glimmered a crystal planet, and the night poured over them a clear wine of dew from her airy chalice. The spruces were rejoicing in the wind, and even the battered firs were singing of the sea. Old memories trooped into their hearts like shining spirits.
“Baby Blossom,” said Old Man Shaw falteringly, “are you quite sure you’ll be contented
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From "Old Man Shaw's Girl."