" Thames Darrell was, indeed, a youth of whom a person of far greater worldly consequence than the worthy carpenter might have been justly proud. He is the one who has said that she must go to the convent. "What do you want?" he asked, in a gruff voice. Stanley?” “I’ve fallen out with my father. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind.
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