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Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. ‘I thought as how it couldn’t do no harm, and as it turns out, it done me a bit of good. ‘Yes, I know. Part 9 The realization that she was in love flooded Ann Veronica’s mind, and altered the quality of all its topics. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. "I thought it best that you should imagine him. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. “Oh! please don’t lose yourself in a wilderness of secondary considerations,” she said. "Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair— eh?" "That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute. He went over her features one by one in his mind.
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