‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. It is dull—deadly dull. I asked him—to take me away. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. Miss Mary to the life.
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