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Sir Ronald went gently to her and called her by name. Whatever her dream might be, it was so deep that she had not heard the sound of his footsteps or the rustling of the boughs.
"Clarice," he said, and when she raised her head and saw him, the change that came over her face was so sudden and so great it dazzled him.