The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. " "No doubt, my dear," acquiesced the carpenter, "no doubt. “She can’t go now. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. At noon the doctor himself arrived. Yet she held her tongue.
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