There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. C. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. 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. “I want two words—with Miss Pellissier alone,” Hill pleaded.
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