‘I don’t know that I dare. Mr. Give me but leave to try. I keep my finger on the pulse of things. The south-east end of the island was hillocky, with volcanic subsoil. It is a lovely little appendage to the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with her very gestures. If you ride out there, and the place is well worth a visit, for the magnificent view it commands of some of the finest country in the neighbourhood of London,—you are certain to meet with him.
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