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People remarked that summer that Patience looked unusually well. At times her eyes had a certain liquid softness, at others they sparkled wickedly. Her colour was beautiful and her manner and conversation full of animation.
It was on a hot August afternoon that Patience and Steele, in the green shades of their wood, suddenly met each other's eyes and burst out laughing.