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“He knows. He called here on his way back, after he had been to Bedlam to visit poor Mrs. He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. He went more easily this time. “You know—,” said Mr. But the sheer tenacity of the girl defeated him. 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 tried to raise an outcry, but his throat was again forcibly griped by Rowland. “We’ll go to a place where we can have a private room,” he said.
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