Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. I am the cause of his ill-usage. His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. Go to your sister, and do not quit her till all is over. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise.
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