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A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. . " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. She had never before heard the noise of firecrackers, and in the beginning the sputtering racket caused her to wince. You have grown into my life, and I cannot tear you out. ’ ‘You speak it very well,’ Gerald said encouragingly. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. "I didn't think you'd been so easily fooled, Joan. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. ’ She shook her head. Hence!" "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. You are to remain here until you are well. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room.
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