" "I hear," said Sir Rowland, moodily. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. “They mould one insensibly.
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