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 "O Anson," she cried, and in her voice there was a something that neither of them understood, a stray note of feeling which it was perhaps as well they should not understand. "O Anson! it is the loveliest of all my presents. How came you to think of giving me such a beautiful thing?"

"It came very natural," he answered, with an odd smile, as he took her hand in both his and looked down into the fair young face. "You always make me think of apple-blossoms, Alice."