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She had that charming laugh which, like a song, The song of a spring-bird, wakes suddenly When we least look for it. It lingered long Upon the ear, one of the sweet things we Treasure unconsciously. As steals along A stream in sunshine, stole its melody, As musical as it was light and wild, The buoyant spirit of some fairy child; Yet mingled with soft sighs, that might express The depth and truth of earnest tenderness.

took a seat, and soon began a lively conversation; but it is impossible to go on talking, if your listener either cannot or will not answer. Suddenly it struck her visitor that Mrs. Courtenaye had a lurking remembrance of her cold manner to Norbourne on the day of Mrs. Howard's fête.