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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

He was young again! A man with his life before him, and love within his grasp.
He could see the tall hollyhocks by the gate—the hollyhocks she loved. There were tall white lilies there as well. The sweetness of them filled the air, mingling with the scent of roses that clambered up the old red wall. The wood-pigeons cooed gently in the copse across the road, and the rooks cawed as they swung upon the boughs of the lime-trees.
And Joan's clear eyes looked into his; Joan's voice was in his ear.
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

He had a faint remembrance of picking daisies and buttercups in those fields under the elms, whilst the rooks cawed soothingly overhead.
A little smile flickered across his hard old face. Perhaps the tree in the square was not an elm after all. It might be a lime. There had been limes in another garden, and the bees had hummed amongst their blossoms on that summer's day when—when—— Why, how many years ago was it? Forty? Fifty? Could it be forty years? He had been a young fellow then, at the beginning of his career, and life had been less crammed with work and business.
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

People must say good-bye sometimes, Molly. And I shall be fighting under one of the best and bravest men that ever lived. Would not you like that?"
Molly shook her head. "If Roy was here, I should never want to go away," she said decisively. "But if you care more for General Moore than for us——"
"Pooh! What nonsense!" retorted Jack; and Polly exclaimed—
"Molly, how can you say such a thing? Jack wants to be one of the first to fight in defence of England. Do you not see? It is but right. He would be no true soldier, otherwise. If Captain Ivor were but free to do the same!
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