lking　like　old　friends；　and　were　in　the　middle　of　a　conversation　about　some　triviality。　But　Syme　could　only　feel　an　unnatural　buoyancy　in　his　body　and　a　crystal　simplicity　in　his　mind　that　seemed　to　be　superior　to　everything　that　he　said　or　did。　He　felt　he　was　in　possession　of　some　impossible　good　news；　which　made　every　other　thing　a　triviality；　but　an　adorable　triviality。
  Dawn　was　breaking　over　everything　in　colours　at　once　clear　and　timid；　as　if　Nature　made　a　first　attempt　at　yellow　and　a　first　attempt　at　rose。　A　breeze　blew　so　clean　and　sweet；　that　one　could　not　think　that　it　blew　from　the　sky；　it　blew　rather　through　some　hole　in　the　sky。　Syme　felt　a　simple　surprise　when　he　saw　rising　all　round　him　on　both　sides　of　the　road　the　red；　irregular　buildings　of　Saffron　Park。　He　had　no　idea　that　he　had　walked　so　near　London。　He　walked　by　instinct　along　one　white　road；　on　which　early　birds　hopped　and　sang；　and　found　himself　outside　a　fenced　garden。　There　he　saw　the　sister　of　Gregory；　the　girl　with　the　gold…red　hair；　cutting　lilac　before　breakfast；　with　the　great　unconscious　gravity　of　a　girl。
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