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Something, at any rate, of the glamour of those past days came back
to us all, I fancy, as we laughed and dozed and idled and talked
beneath the snowy wings of the Aurora, and I cannot say I was in the
least surprised when, on roaming through the pleasant garden walks
in that unique little island of Tresco, I came once more upon
Derrick and Freda, with, if you will believe it, another handful of
white heather given to them by that discerning gardener! Freda once
more reminded me of the girl in the 'Biglow Papers,' and Derrick's
face was full of such bliss as one seldom sees.
He had always had to wait for his good things, but in the end they
came to him. However, you may depend upon it, he didn't say much.
That was never his way. He only gripped my hand, and, with his eyes
all aglow with happiness, exclaimed "Congratulate me, old fellow!"
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