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sorry I said I hated you in church.'

Nancy's bright dark eyes peered inquisitively into the dreamy blue ones
opposite her.

'Are you really sorry?' she said.

'I think I am, at least part of me is; my enemy isn't, but I am.'

This was beyond Nancy's comprehension.

'And you'll never get angry, or set those horrid boys at me any more?'

'No, I never will.'

Here a big rosy-cheeked apple was produced hastily out of the other
pocket, and presented as a peace offering.

It was taken in silence; then as Nancy's white little teeth met in it she


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