“It was poison—why not?” she answered. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. “Believe me, I know. Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way. There would be no moon. Come along, my Newgate bird!" he continued, shaking him with great violence. "I don't think that's likely.
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