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with a rich dusky sort of darkness, suggestive of the bloom on purple plums, or the glow of deep red apples among bronze leaves. Her big brown eyes lingered on everything in sight, and little gurgles of sound now and again came through her parted lips, as if inarticulate joy were thus expressing itself.
At the garden gate she saw the bent figure on the old bench, and the next minute she was flying along the rose walk.
“Daddy!“ she called, “Daddy!“
Old Man Shaw stood up in hasty bewilderment; then a pair of girlish arms were about
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "Old Man Shaw's Girl."