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I know well that you are making a game with me. " The head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. What was his transport on perceiving that a few yards above him a light was burning. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear.
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