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" To-morrow! She never beheld it. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. " "Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to town. ” She spoke with a certain asperity. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. “I think you are getting to understand me better.
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