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But she is far away / Now; nor the hours of night, grown hoar, / Bring, yet to me, long gazing, from the door, / The wind-stirred robe of roseate gray, / And rose-cream of the hour that leads the day, / When we shall meet once more. / -- D. G. ROSSETTI.
Hilda Quentyns, Judy's idol, was not the strongest of characters. She was very sweet and amiable, intensely true and affectionate to those to whom she gave her heart, but she was somewhat timorous and somewhat easily led.