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"I feel it keenly," says Rodney, caressing the handsome creatures as they crouch at his feet. "Where did you get them?" There is a look upon his face that recalls to her his dead father, and Lady Rodney grows silent. The husband of her youth had been dear to her, in a way, until age had soured him, and this one of all his three children most closely resembled him, both in form and in feature; hence, perhaps, her love for him. She lowers her eyes, and a slow blush—for the blood rises with difficulty in the old—suffuses her face. "Spring comes slowly up this way".
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