Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. “No, don’t interrupt me. The continuity was frequently broken in upon by diversory suppositions. There was now no honest way of warning Taber that the net had been drawn. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago.
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