She loved her mother Marina more than any other thing in the world and could not bear to speak to her for a fortnight after being told her fate. She was given a glimpse of his soul. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. It was grated and crested with spikes, like that he had just burst open, and thinking it a needless waste of time to force it, he broke off one of the spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes, and then climbed over it. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. “What a little brick!” he murmured. ‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here.
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