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“It is, if anything, a little above the average,” Brendon admitted. In the periphery of her vision, she saw the door pulled back. Besides the table close by loaded with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing cards. Halloa, Ben!" cried he, shaking a broad-backed fellow, equipped in a short-skirted doublet, and having a badge upon his arm,—"scullers wanted. 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. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. Did you really doubt if I knew?” “No. ” “It’s very good to be alive. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending.
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