"I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. But—if you are a friend of Mr. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. Her dainty shoes were soiled with dust and there was a great tear in her skirt.
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