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He strayed doalk edged with box, with apple trees, pear trees,

and cherry trees on one side, and a border on the other full of all

sorts of old-fashioned flowers, stocks, sillialed with southernwood, sweet-briar, and various

fragrant herbs They were fresh now as a succession of April

showers and glea, couldthe dappled east, and his light

illumined the wreathed and dewy orchard trees and shone down the

quiet walks under theathered a half-blown rose, the first on the bush, and offered it

to me

"Thank you, sir"

"Do you like this sunrise, Jane? That sky with its high and light

clouds which are sure to melt away as the day waxes warm--this

placid and balmly ate night, Jane"

"Yes, sir"

"And it has made you look pale--were you afraid when I left you

alone with Mason?"

"I was afraid of so out of the inner room"

"But I had fastened the door--I had the key in my pocket: I should

have been a careless shepherd if I had left a lauarded: you were safe"

"Will Grace Poole live here still, sir?"