The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. There's a hundred pounds too much. I can't help looking at you frequently. Things you would laugh at. But native! She must watch out. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. "Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. "My sight is failing me.
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