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. ‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. She tried not to pant, not to reveal herself, and she began to shake. “You delicate female!” “Who cares,” said Ann Veronica, “seeing it’s you? Warm, soft little wonders! Of course I want them. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks.
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