They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less
than two hundred. 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 was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. "
"Ah. . But from the rest—you saved me. ”
Her father declared there had been no difficulty. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous
professionalism creeping into her voice. You
didn’t even do that Vee; not even that. I am going to smoke a little here, and then I shall go to the study. Her heart's in the right
place, at all events; and, since that's the case, the rest may perhaps come round,
—that is, if she gets through her present illness.
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