It could not be she who had done this. He did not write this with lead but with his heart's blood. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom dame.
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