The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. Anna, who had sung the first verse of her song, looked around the house, a little surprised at the absence of the applause which had never yet failed her. “No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something.
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