" "Come this way, Mr. "I do," replied Jack, carelessly. " "Why, surely you don't think your guests would steal them," observed Rachel, archly. The door opened. Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. ’ Jack gasped. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. I don't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for my collection.
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