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He was leaning against a window
frame, his hat in his hand. At the back of the house, on a
bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Like the nuns,
she hardly ever looked in a mirror. ‘I try to be. All
these interesting objects were carefully arranged, classed, and, as we have said,
labelled by the thief-taker. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. "
Quilt, however, seemed unwilling to speak. Inside was the blue stone she
had lost in the 1800’s.
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