She found a little difficulty in beginning. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. ‘Well, water under the bridge is that, miss.
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