‘Well, I thought as how someone in the house in Paddington might see me hanging about outside like. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. “What? She replied, still hazy. You take them. The man was mad to marry me. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. And for me there is only one treasure-house.
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