"Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. Brown broke the silence. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. " "Others may, if you won't," muttered Jack, retiring. ” Lucy would always press her face into her mother’s skirts when she heard the ending, no matter how many times she heard it.
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