"What's that to you?" demanded Jonathan, gruffly. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. So soft. Onun liderliği altında, grup ilerlemeye başladı.
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