[…] and looking out she saw Sir William Grant approaching at an easy trot, for he was anxious to avoid giving her any sudden shock; but the poor animal's state told its own tale; and starting up, Lady Sydney herself opened the hall-door […]
thy intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the hunter, attends thee at the orchard end
[T]he stars / Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west / The orange sky of evening died away.
to stretch further out of my too conscriptive size and my feet ache I need space.
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