And now, in the lovely spring-weather, Irene was out on the mountain
the
greater part of the day. In the warmer hollows there were lovely
primroses, and not so many that she ever got tired of them. As often as
she saw a new one opening an eye of light in the blind earth, she would
clap her hands with gladness, and, unlike some children I know,
instead
of pulling it, would touch it as tenderly as if it had been a new baby,
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