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” He declared. 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. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. " The chair was then opened.
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