You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. ’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening. 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. For a second time Ann Veronica wanted to swear at the universe.
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