The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. It's my way when I'm ruffled. Mr. Neither father, aunt, nor brothers made a sign, and then one afternoon in early February her aunt came up in a state between expostulation and dignified resentment, but obviously very anxious for Ann Veronica’s welfare.
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