The man Hill has persecuted me for months—ever since I have been in England. " He was delighted to find the office deserted. Let me lend you some money. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. I forget. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. Wood—and after him came his daughter.
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