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In her lonely life, with the beauty of the earth about her to teach her

that there ht see with a daily

round of toil and sharp words to push her to that escape which lay in a

world of dreams, she had entered that world, and thrived therein It was a

world that was as pure as a pearl, and more fantastic than an Arabian

tale She knew that when she died she could take nothing out of life with

her to heaven But with this other world it was different, and all that

she had or dreah its portals This

house was there Long closed, walled in, guarded by tall trees, seen at

far intervals and frolass darkly, it had

become to her an enchanted spot, about which played her quick fancy, but

where her feet ht never stray

But now the spell which had held the place in slumber was snapped, and her

feet was set in its pleasant paths She reyhound ith her The branches of a

walnut-tree drooped heavily across the hen she had passed them she

saw the house, square, dull red, bathed in sunshine Agreen into the garden out of