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Do you not think yourself truly happy? / You have the abstract of all sweetness by you. / The precious wealth youth labours to arrive at. / Nor is she less in honour than in beauty. / --Beaumont and Fletcher.
The following day was one of pouring, unintermitting rain. Villiers and Ethel drew their chairs near their cheerful fire, and were happy.