Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. The other individual, who was a little in advance, was concealed from the stranger's view. Sometimes these dreams are simple and tender; sometimes they are magnificent. But not today.
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