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But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. ” He smiled at the naiveté of her suggestion. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. E. He spoke the automatic thought that entered his mind.
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