It may be instinctive; it may be that children vaguely realize that at the end of all wedding journeys is disillusion. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. "You are all right?"—anxiously. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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