‘Neither do I. I can never decide. But it doesn’t make much real difference for it isn’t likely I’ll ever be either. (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)Q1(end superscript) Mrs. Spencer says—Oh, Mr. Cuthbert! Oh, Mr. Cuthbert!! Oh, Mr. Cuthbert!!!”
That was not what Mrs. Spencer had said; neither had the child tumbled out of the buggy, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)R1(end superscript) They had simply rounded a curve in the road and found themselves in the “Avenue.”
The “Avenue” so called by Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, completely arched over by huge wide-spreading apple-trees. (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)S1(end superscript) Overhead was one long canopy of snowy fragrant bloom. Below the boughs the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of painted sunset sky shone like a great rose window at the end of
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It's certain I'll never be angelically good.
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nor had Matthew done anything astonishing.
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planted years ago by an eccentric old farmer.
"rose window": A circular window of highly coloured stained glass, divided into petals or parts, placed as a focal point in a cathedral and meant to uplift the spirit.