The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. It was hard to part with romance, but she had never thirsted so keenly to go on with her University work in her life as she did that day.
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