No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different. "Jack Sheppard's mother," answered the little girl, dejectedly; "she has brought a basket of eggs from Willesden, and some flowers for you. “Anyway, enough about that. ” He paused and looked at her, and said, with a sudden drop into a confidential undertone, “Or else I want to pray. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. She uttered a little ejaculative note of joy and rushed to the bed. She tried for her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own ears.
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