The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. Her father had smiles ready for her, he seemed to be truly happy with her for the first time since her infancy. The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. We, ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago. ‘Never fear, my love.
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