Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. Miss Stanley walked round the garden thinking, and presently house and garden reverberated to Ann Veronica’s slamming of the front door. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. I never even burrowed down into the trunk. Await me in the coach.
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