.4 Rose of Womanhood

Mrs. Williamson, who was cutting bread at the end of the table, laid down her knife and loaf, and looked at the young man with a softly troubled expression in her eyes. She wondered if he had been back'to the Connors orchard—and if he could have seen Kilmeny Gordon again.

“ You didn’t discover a gold mine, I s’pose? ” said old Robert, dryly. “ You look as if you might have.”

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