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" CHAPTER XIII. ’ Her eyes narrowed. Spare me, and I'll be quiet—quiet —quiet!" "Mother!" said Jack, advancing towards her. But no; she must step warily. “I thought we had discussed that, father. I spent my fair share of time in the closet. “I don’t understand. 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. "I'll have my cot in here," said Spurlock to Ruth, "where this table is. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. “The women are taking it up,” said Miss Miniver; “the women and the common people, all pressing forward, all roused.
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