And I've promised to look out for her uncle--keep an eye on old Lent, you know, which seems to comfort her a good deal when she begins crying---- "Oh.

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I thought Camilla didn't cry." "She cries a little--now and then." "About her uncle ?" "Certainly." Ailsa looked down at her ringless fingers.

Within the week she had laid away both rings, meaning to resume them some day.
"If you and your father go, your office will be closed, I suppose." "Oh, no.