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She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. If I were Mr. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me.
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