The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. Practically. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. Footman or some such. The twenty pounds burned with avidity. I will dedicate my books to you. I’ll announce myself.
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