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112 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1921
🔹 On the way home she sat smiling and dreaming. The horse ran briskly through the night mist; and the wheels, rumbling over the ground, turned up the thoughts of simple Thomas Frye, only to plow them under again. "Ann," he said when they were more than half-way home, "don't you care for me . . . any more?" As he spoke, he cut at the black trees with his long whip.
🔸 And so they rode on in silence, with pale cheeks and strange thoughts.