It was astonishing how often this picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. And when she learned that she had been doubly cheated, what then? His thoughts began to fall on her side of the scales, and his own misery grew lighter as he anticipated hers. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess.
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