At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. “Can you spare me a moment?” he asked. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. CHAPTER I. It’s just hard to keep things from her. “Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. .
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