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"Mr Wogan," she said, stubbornly working herself into a heat to o to-night To-ht, no You do not know, sir, being a

h this Lent, and that leaves a

wo, as her father would The very dogs

running the streets for food keep kennel on such a night She h he felt a qual all

the stubbornness of which the weak are capable, knowing how ihness," he said quickly, "we are not birds of passage to rule

our flight by seasons We ht your daughter can escape; for here's a night made

for an escape"

"And for my part," cried Clementina, "I would the snow fell faster" She

crossed to the openand held out her hands to catch the flakes

"Would they did not melt! I believe Heaven sends the snow to shelter o in state to

, her cheek

on fire, her voice thrilling with pride She seemed not to feel the

cold She welco snow as her