I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for it's all owing to him his poor mother's here. ‘He could have little comfort there, indeed. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. " "I must now go and look after Thames," observed the carpenter. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies.
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