My boys buy them with beads or bolts of calico of mine. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. “Permit me to offer you the English paper which has just arrived, Sir John,” he said, holding out a Daily Telegraph. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. 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.
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