“You too sing?” he asked. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. “Do come and see the Michaelmas daisies at the end of the garden,” said Mr.
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