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Good-bye.

Good-bye.

You must get well and I must, too.
Good-bye." The fruit of her imprudence was happiness--an excited happiness, which lasted for a day.

The rain lasted, too, for another day, then turned to snow, choking the city with such a fall as had not been seen since the great blizzard--blocking avenues, barricading cross-streets, burying squares and circles and parks, and still falling, drifting, whirling like wind-whipped smoke from cornice and roof-top.