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embarrassment by at once seeing him and coming toward him with arms outstretched. She still wore black but today she had brightened it by pinning a little nosegay of pink artificial daisies on the breast of her black lamb coat which had seen twelve seasons’ wear.

      “Merry Christmas!” she exclaimed, folding Finch to her bosom, “and many, many of them!”