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But to England we will go. laws alone swamp our small staff. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. 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. To perdition with them all.
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