But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. ” “You should have let me do this for you a long time ago. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. It wasn’t anything splendid, you know. Mr. There is no Heaven for your mother. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. He moaned. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. “I wish you didn’t.
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