"Bless your heart, Infant, you're a martyr to our long tongues!" cried Patricia, jumping up and putting out the light. "Go to sleep now. We won't chirp a single note. Good-night, and happy dreams!",
"—and all these years I have walked the world, blindfolded to its loveliness with the blackness that came to me when I found that you—",
"We'll like it, all right enough, if you have a hand in it," Patricia assured him heartily..
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