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"NINETEEN years old to-day! Will Felix remember? " asked Lettice.
She put the question to herself, since nobody was at hand to hear-naturally obtaining no answer. It was betimes in the morning of an early spring day-scarcely 8 A. M., and the air was sharp, through a wealth of sunshine. Beads of dew sent forth prismatic rays from grass-blades, and hung upon linked festoons of spider-silk. Lettice stood upon the wet grass, careless of damp.