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road and turned into a level plain which had

formerly been an old orgeous in their spring radiance So off

in the distance in spots where the grass was tall and luscious At the

far end of thethe lane

that led to Judge Pillier's house, and the scent of its heavy blossoms

met them like a soft and tender eentle her face up to him he said: "Do you not

think that on a day like this, ht happen? When the whole

earth is vibrant with life, does it not seeive us back our dead?" He spoke very

low, advisedly, and impressively In his voice was an old quaver which

was not habitual and there was agitation in every line of his visage

She gazed at him with eyes that were full of supplication and a certain

terror of joy

They had been driving through the lane with the towering hedge on one

side and the open meadow on the other The horses had somewhat quickened

their lazy pace As they turned into the avenue leading to the house, a

whole choir of feathered songsters fluted a sudden torrent ofplaces