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"F-found Rome in brick, left it in marble. Fine thought." He ruminated a little. "Never writ anything did you never writ anything?" "Nothing worth publishing," answered poor William Wetherell. "J-just dreamed' dreamed and kept store. S something to have dreamed eh something to have dreamed?" Wetherell forgot his uneasiness in the unexpected turn the conversation had taken.
The cry, died on Cynthia's lips, and she stopped, gazing up at him with wonder in her eyes. "F-found strawberries?" said Jethro, at last. "Yes," she answered. She was very grave and serious now, as was her manner in dealing with people. "S-show 'em to me," said Jethro. Cynthia went to him, without embarrassment, and put her hand on his knee. Not once had he taken his eyes from her face.
"F-found Rome in brick, left it in marble. Fine thought." He ruminated a little. "Never writ anything did you never writ anything?" "Nothing worth publishing," answered poor William Wetherell. "J-just dreamed' dreamed and kept store. S something to have dreamed eh something to have dreamed?" Wetherell forgot his uneasiness in the unexpected turn the conversation had taken.
The cry, died on Cynthia's lips, and she stopped, gazing up at him with wonder in her eyes. "F-found strawberries?" said Jethro, at last. "Yes," she answered. She was very grave and serious now, as was her manner in dealing with people. "S-show 'em to me," said Jethro. Cynthia went to him, without embarrassment, and put her hand on his knee. Not once had he taken his eyes from her face.
The cry, died on Cynthia's lips, and she stopped, gazing up at him with wonder in her eyes. "F-found strawberries?" said Jethro, at last. "Yes," she answered. She was very grave and serious now, as was her manner in dealing with people. "S-show 'em to me," said Jethro. Cynthia went to him, without embarrassment, and put her hand on his knee. Not once had he taken his eyes from her face.
"F-found Rome in brick, left it in marble. Fine thought." He ruminated a little. "Never writ anything did you never writ anything?" "Nothing worth publishing," answered poor William Wetherell. "J-just dreamed' dreamed and kept store. S something to have dreamed eh something to have dreamed?" Wetherell forgot his uneasiness in the unexpected turn the conversation had taken.
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