Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. Jack looked towards the door. Aroused by the sound of the church bells, he resolved, at whatever risk, to attend Divine service. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage.
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