The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. ‘Major Alderley, ma’am, and General Lord Charvill. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. That’s Italians for you. ‘Do you know, Mademoiselle Charvill, you are a thought too clever for your own good. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. The Night-Cellar XVIII.
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