“Don’t you care for Mr. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. She galloped up the small stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal.
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