At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. ‘But I was not there. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. In this way, more than a month passed over. E. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her. Giles's was lined with spectators.
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