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She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. ‘I feared as much. Notwithstanding the remonstrances of Wood and Winifred, Thames instantly followed the domestic, and found a man, with his face muffled up, at the door, as she had described. ” “Not exactly. ” Her father interrupted. ” “I will think of it,” she repeated.
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