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She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. How different were his present feelings compared with those he had experienced on quitting it. “I think as I feel in a good humour it must be the latter. All of a sudden, there was movement behind him.
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