. In the forest of Arden. ,^^ S^i. To-morrow/^ I repeated, ** to-mor-row. But how are you going toget ready ? If you sit up all night youcannot get through with the said only yesterday that yoursummer dressmaking was shame-fully behind. My dear, next weekis the earliest possible time for ourgoing. Rosalind laughed archly, and pushedthe apple blossoms over the wofullyinterlined manuscript of my new articleon Egypt. There was in her veryattitude a hint of unsuspected buoyancyand strength; there was in her eyesa light which I have never seen underour uncertain skies. The breath of the
. In the forest of Arden. ,^^ S^i. To-morrow/^ I repeated, ** to-mor-row. But how are you going toget ready ? If you sit up all night youcannot get through with the said only yesterday that yoursummer dressmaking was shame-fully behind. My dear, next weekis the earliest possible time for ourgoing. Rosalind laughed archly, and pushedthe apple blossoms over the wofullyinterlined manuscript of my new articleon Egypt. There was in her veryattitude a hint of unsuspected buoyancyand strength; there was in her eyesa light which I have never seen underour uncertain skies. The breath of theapple blossoms filled the room, and abobolink, poised on a branch outsidethe window, suddenly poured a rap-turous song into the silence of thesweet spring day. I laid down mypen, pushed my scattered sheets into tifl
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