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WHEN Nona came down the next morning it was raining -- a cold blustery rain, lashing the branches about and driving the startled spring back into its secret recesses.
It was the first rain since their arrival at Cedarledge, and it seemed to thrust them back also -- back into the wintry world of town, of dripping streets, early lamplight and crowded places of amusement.