. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. His favorite newspaper was the Times, which he began at breakfast in the morning often with manifest irritation, and carried off to finish in the train, leaving no other paper at home. ” “Not quite so easily as it explains an insect alighting on colored paper. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. " "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority.
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