The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. 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. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. From the second descended Mr. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. I can't keep a good man beyond three pay-days.
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