Let us be friends—as near and close as friends can be. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. "Ay, murder him, if you like the term," returned Wild. “You, too,” he said abruptly. ” He stuttered. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. She searched for it for many days that stretched into weeks before she gave up.
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