She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. “No lecturing, Anna!” she exclaimed. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle; her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty.
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