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A brilliant sunshine lay over Stanmere, there were purple shadows on the woods behind. Mary stood there with the golden light on her face picturing the different points of the landscape, a series of views from memory. There was something pretty and tender about it, a touch of pathos, no less touching because there was no shadow of sadness about it.
-"I can see it perfectly," she said. "The old beeches by the church porch and the golden cornland beyond. We must go there after we have had lunch."