"You heard me say it! It was inevitable. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. She came very near that night to resolving that she would return to her home next morning. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. " Spurlock grew limp in his chair.
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