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Most Things Are Predestined, But Some Are Just Darn Sheer Luck, Said Roaring Abel.

I Wonder If It Will Be—can Be—any More Beautiful Than This,’ Murmured Anne, Looking Around Her With The Loving, Enraptured Eyes Of Those To Whom ‘home’ Must Always Be The Loveliest Spot In The World, No Matter What Fairer Lands May Lie Under Alien Stars.

…determined To Enjoy Her Luxury Of Grief Uncomforted.

At Seventeen Dreams Do Satisfy Because You Think The Realities Are Waiting For You Farther On.

Anne Always Remembered The Silvery, Peaceful Beauty And Fragrant Calm Of That Night. It Was The Last Night Before Sorrow Touched Her Life; And No Life Is Ever Quite The Same Again When Once That Cold, Sanctifying Touch Has Been Laid Upon It.