Smith, "upon my conscience. “I thought you wanted to have a talk to me,” she said. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. As the secret door opened, the sounds within the house came at once to her ears: the tramping of feet above, and the hoarse voices echoing through the mansion. A curious silence ensued. If you like books and music, we'll get along.
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