By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. For a stunned moment, Emile did not speak. The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. .
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