The boy would never know just how lucky he was. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was her third Christmas at the Becks. So far as I'm concerned, nothing could please me more. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. In a convent, you understand, one is like a servant, even if one is a lady. That’s the difficulty. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. Sir John filled his glass with trembling hand. After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities.
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