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desperately ! -- my note did not give you any idea of the state of my mind ! Imagine me sitting down stairs and saying to myself -- -LRB- words naturally suggested by the state of the weather -RRB- -- ' O how this spring of love resembleth Th ' uncertain glories of an April day , Which now shews all the beauties of the sun , And by and by a cloud takes all away ! ' '' One of the soft flashes of Faith 's eye came first to answer him ; and then she remarked very coolly , -LRB- N.B. her face was not so , -RRB- `` I think it will clear at noon , Endecott . '' `` Do you ? '' he said looking towards the window with a counterfeit surprise that was in comical antithesis to his last words , -- `` does it rain still ! '' Faith 's eye came back quick from the window to him , and then , for the first time in many a long day , her old mellow sweet laugh rolled over the subject , dismissing make-believes and figures of speech in its clear matter-of-fact rejoicing .