She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. " "Aliva Trenchard!" exclaimed Mrs. Now, I'll be getting along. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper.
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