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He reeled, and crashed to the floor. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. " Spurlock grew limp in his chair. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. He tried to raise an outcry, but his throat was again forcibly griped by Rowland.
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