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It was now a quarter past twelve. ” She roused herself from some dream at the word. 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. It’s time she knew. “Not possible. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. ’ Your name alone would fill any music hall in London. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. . The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. She’s as stubborn as the proverbial mule, and—’ with a sigh that felt wrenched out of him ‘—utterly captivating. “Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. Leave me behind: I'm not afraid.
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