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_Edith Barnard Delano_
Christine's frail body bent slightly forward to meet the force of the / gale. She kept her face lowered, shielded by her muff; yet now and / again she raised it for an instant to glance upward at Norwood, with a / bright flash of the eyes and a gleam of teeth. Invariably he met the / look and warmed to it as to a flame, smiled back, or shook his head. To / speak in the face of such a gale was all but impossible, yet once or / twice she bent close enough to call in her sweet, high tones, "I love / it! I adore it! "[5]