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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