The Opposite House: A Novel — page 243: what you’re looking at

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y gpl = NY AY Z oi pSee pee CHAPTER XXIII. AN INTERLUDE. Aunt Verja was standing beside Marie, examin- ing the blue-bells in the young baroness’s golden hair. “Very pretty, petite /”’ she nodded, gayly. “You will look like the personification of woodland poesy in that wreath. I'll fasten it for you myself, so that every little blossom willshow. Sit down, little Alseide, and arrange the mirror conveniently for me. Was it your own idea to wear a wreath of oak leaves and forest flowers to welcome our brave soldiers °” Marie glanced up into the Russian’s beautiful face, and answered, smiling: “What could a German girl choose that would be more fitting than the colors of her home? I think she can also wear them in the ball-room. Do you suppose Herr Gerrald will be there, aunt?” She was handing her a hair-pin, and Verja noticed how the little white hand trembled. [238] ComicbOoks.c©