For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something, Gerald! Anything to calm him down. Jackson. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. " He laughed and pushed back his chair. Stanley. They must have a key. “Stuffy these trees make the Avenue,” said Mr. "By Heaven!" cried Darrell, "it is the poor fellow whom I placed in such jeopardy a short time ago. By Jasus! he's about to spake to us. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures.
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