She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. He looked the boy over with interest. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. Hill would have followed her, but Mrs.
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