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mounted the box with the coachman

we’ve got a long drive before us.”

lulled by the splashing of the rain

Once she crept into the dining-room and found it empty, though a partly finished meal was on the table and chairs and plates looked as if they had been hastily pushed back when the diners rose suddenly for some reason.

steadily that the grayness grew heavier and heavier before her eyes and she fell asleep.

“I shall not want to go poking about,”

she began to cease to be sorry

don’t go wandering and poking about.

rain should have begun to pour down in gray slanting lines and splash and stream down the window-panes.

and he’d have walked the world over to get her a blade o’ grass