\"Are you hungry at all?\" He asked her. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging.
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