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He was snoring stupidly. “Show me around you house, John. Gerald noted the lady’s eyes brighten as she caught sight of him making his way through the throng towards her. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. 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.
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