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A RADIANT April day. Spring had come in a burst of sunshine, hedges were green with the brilliant hue of young life, trees on all sides were breaking into leaf, and the birds sang in a wild tumult of joy, as if unable to contain themselves.
Dulcie stood in the little front garden, again looking out for Norman. He had gone to London by an early train; had said that he "must" go, and had given no reason, though his haggard and troubled look convinced her that some very real cause existed. He would be back in time for tea, he said. But the usual tea-time was past, and he had not arrived. No hope now of his coming by the afternoon train.