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“Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. She took up the poker and stirred the fire vigorously. 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. ” “And who made the arrangements for you, and sent you there?” Courtlaw asked. “Now, there, there. " "Mr.
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