"Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. " CHAPTER VI. ’ ‘Of course you weren’t there,’ snapped Hilary. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. So it is that I do not do these things. Gregory B. She had all the fascination of being absolutely perplexing in this respect.
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