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Lucy was filled with happiness, it was her third Christmas at the Becks. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. S. “You may call anytime. I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use.
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