“I ought never have gone to the Zoo, I suppose. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. Manning, and that her aunt focussed a brightly tactful disregard upon this throughout the meal. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work. ” Their eyes met for a moment.
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