Yew-trees—grown till they form high walls—are cut and shaped in prim and perfect order, some like the walls of ancient Troy, some like steps of stairs. Little doors are opened through them, and passing in and out one walks on for a mile almost, until one loses one's way and grows puzzled how to extricate one's self from so charming a maze.
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dear-lottery-monthly-chart-2023 "I am so glad you have come, darling," says little Dorothy, taking off her hat, and laying it on a chair near her..
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