Guy Kenmore's Wife, and The Rose and the Lily

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A wind from the seacool, salty, and deliciouscame up to Bay View House, and stole in with the moonlight to the lace-draped windows of the parlor where a crumpled little figure crouched in a forlorn white heap on the wide, old-fashioned window sill, sobbing desperately through the plump little hands, in which the girlish face was hidden.

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