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” “Friends!” said her father. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ” “Yeah, they seem so nice. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. So he marched into the street, primarily bent upon making the favourable discovery. Morningside Park was a suburb that had not altogether, as people say, come off. I tried. ” “I MUST talk with you. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. Mr.
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