1 This meant her living alone, till spring.
2 It was a quiet grey day of spring, almost warm.
3 And she saw a certain exultance spring up in him.
4 Soon it would destroy the wood, and the bluebells would spring no more.
5 I want a new spring coat, I do, an I shan't get it, cos there's no munney.
6 'The spring makes me feel queer--I thought I might rest a little,' she said.
7 Connie thought it sounded as if even the spring bloomed by act of Parliament.
8 How terrible it was that it should be spring, and everything cold-hearted, cold-hearted.
9 But the icy little spring softly pressed upwards from its tiny well-bed of pure, reddish-white pebbles.
10 She found Clifford slowly mounting to the spring, which was halfway up the slope of the dark larch-wood.
11 She followed the broad riding that swerved round and up through the larches to a spring called John's Well.
12 On this spring morning she felt a quiver in her womb too, as if the sunshine had touched it and made it happy.
13 So they would have to wait till spring was in, till the baby was born, till the early summer came round again.
14 She was gone in her own soft rapture, like a forest soughing with the dim, glad moan of spring, moving into bud.
15 Yet it was spring, and the bluebells were coming in the wood, and the leaf-buds on the hazels were opening like the spatter of green rain.
16 It was a warm spring day, with a perfume of earth and of yellow flowers, many things rising to bud, and the garden still with the very sap of sunshine.
17 Connie went for walks in the park, and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and the mystery, kicking the brown leaves of autumn, and picking the primroses of spring.
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