The old trees, the thick shrubbery, made a great and pleasant shade, but it was all suffused with the brightness of the hot, still hour. No sound of footsteps came up or down the road. " "Then your manuscript--?" "Is in old, faded ink, and in the most beautiful hand. "Did you know I mightn't go back?" "I know everything.
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