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At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter. He lowered her neck before her, and she noticed a bizarre urge to bite him rising from her mind like an itch.
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