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Mr. Zalhambra’s gaze fell full on the girl and her color heightened under his ardent look. The inexorable portrait on the wall seemed to gaze down on the recalcitrant youth with disapproval. “Aren’t you going to say ‘Good-morning’ to me, Billy?” She put out the slenderest little white hand, and looked into his face appealingly..

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Mrs. Wopp’s eyes fell on the stained shawl. “Yes, I can see that the wind, the shaking tower, the creaking mill, would bring such dreams,” his mother said. “Hear the wind howl now!” The whole garden had been fenced in as a precaution against the encroachment of predatory animals. Molly, the inquisitive black cow, or Josh and Jake, who had no proper sense of the fitness of things, would have liked nothing better than to sample Mrs. Wopp’s prize turnips and scanty crop of Indian corn, and to trample into the soft earth whatever did not suit their dainty palates. “Yes, now. Once she must have been about the same size, you know.” She stood behind the child caressing her cheek..