The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. “You do not quite understand,” she said gently. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. . This time you cannot.
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