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"
"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. "
"Before I leave this place, I must see my mother. And that happens through our maternity; it’s our
very importance that degrades us. "I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty
repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. "
"I see. That’s why I chucked Manning. ’
‘No. But they were old enough to
start remembering you as mother, and we cannot have
that. ”
She seated herself in a loose and easy attitude and surveyed the backs of the
Avenue houses; then her eyes wandered to where the new red-and-white villas
peeped among the trees. "Long life to the Markis, and we accept his honourable proposal," responded the
mob. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and
bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and
bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her
bitterly. Damn! I’ve splashed.
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