| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I am going to sequester myself in the woods and pray the gods of fair auspices that you will not be-too angry. 148 CHAPTER XI M ARY BURTON made her way between tall hedgerows of box where an alley of shade ran to a side terrace, and when she had gained her own room her eyes were aglow with a new and rather radiant sort of smile, that also crept to the corners of her lips and hovered happily.
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