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She crooked her finger. "Stop, Caliban," interposed Mrs. "He ought to do, seeing that he served his apprenticeship in it to Mr. ’ The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her. There it was—to be borrowed. ” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. Then she took her sister’s hand. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service.
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