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`` Yes '', she said, `` I remember that they came here every summer.

I used to play with the older one sometimes, when he'd let me.

Abel ''??

The name fell with lazy affectionate remembrance from her lips.

For an instant the old aunt felt something indefinable flash through her smile.

She would have said triumph.

Then Angelina turned and with an easy grace walked toward the kitchen.