Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. My boys buy them with beads or bolts of calico of mine. "Austin will stare," thought Jack, "when he comes here in the morning. But his astonishment would have been great indeed had he known that not even her father had ever caressed her, either with lips or with hands.
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