” Part 3 Her mind got back to the Fadden Ball. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. ” “If you can tear yourself away from this delightful place in five minutes,” she answered, “I think I can get rid of the others. "It is addressed to my mother," he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by my father. He has been bottling it up all the way from West Kensington.
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