Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. I hid because there was no other way of seeing you. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. " "You believe—you know it," replied Jonathan, fixing one of his sternest and most searching glances upon him. She laughed altogether in her old manner. We can be friends again. She stepped backwards. But after the first shock came a warm glow of relief.
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