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Morning broke over a cloudless sky the day of the expedition to the Château de C-, the last but two of the Raynsworths' sojourn at Cannes.
Philippa woke with that vague sensation of something pleasant to come, which in youth at least-and let us hope in a modified degree in later years too-is almost as familiar as its converse, that sad awaking from temporary forgetfulness when the memory struggles in spite of itself to remember "what it is that is wrong."