America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. I am not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable person. I know the Dutch. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine.
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