`` Yes , it is lovely ; but I want adventures and romance of some sort to make it quite perfect . I do n't care what , if something would only happen . '' `` My dear , you are out of spirits and weary now , to-morrow you 'll be yourself again . Do not be ungrateful to uncle or unjust to yourself . Something pleasant will happen , I 've no doubt . In fact , something has happened that you may make a little romance out of , perhaps , for lack of a more thrilling adventure . '' `` What do you mean ? '' and Amy 's listless face brightened . `` Speak low ; there are balconies all about us , and we may be overheard , '' said Helen , drawing nearer after an upward glance . `` What is the beginning of a romance ? '' whispered Amy , eagerly . `` A pair of gloves . Just now , as I stood here , and you lay with your eyes shut , these dropped from the balcony overhead . Now amuse yourself by weaving a romance out of them and their owner . '' Amy seized them , and stepping inside the window , examined them by the candle . `` A gentleman 's gloves , scented with violets ! Here 's a little hole fretted by a ring on the third finger . Bless me ! here are the initials , 'S . P. , ' stamped on the inside , with a coat of arms below .
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