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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>But on the table beforeher lay a brand-new
Jimmy-book.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Once she would have poured it into a letter toher
father. Allan Burnley came to New Moon at sunset, on his way home
fromtown.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>She was terrified by the childs
condition.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Emily sat up in bed and looked at Aunt Laura
again.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It isnt so much of a jobto put ladders in the well
and get some one to go down it. The sensationcaused by Dr Burnleys presence every
Sunday in the old Burnley pewhad died away. Laura was trying to soothe Emily, who
was struggling to sit up inbed. Aunt Elizabeth,she suddenly turned and caught Aunt
Elizabeths hand, youll do itfor me, wont you? She wished shehad never given her
verses to Mr Carpenter.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I think Ive always known it, said Emily
dreamily.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He is smiling with his eyes as well as his mouth
now, thoughtEmily.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>All characters are, of course, directly transcribed
from life. It can be explained rationally enough perhaps.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Our stepmothers mother was a Highland
Scotchwoman.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>We wont talk of it again, said Aunt Laura
gently.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It alsotells you how you may distribute copies of
this eBook if you want to.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Of course, Ilseis dying to come and see you, Emily.
They said shehad the second sight, said Elizabeth. Shemight as well have measles and
be done with it. Emily fell into a troubled slumber which lasted until thegrey dawn
crept into the lookout. But Mr Carpenter had tossed June aside without reading a
line ofit. Thanks to her dramatic knack of word painting, MrCarpenter LIVED in that
sketch. That flash ofunimaginable sweetness that sometimes surprised her had just
comeand gone.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The sensationcaused by Dr Burnleys presence every
Sunday in the old Burnley pewhad died away. MrCarpenter watched her out of sight
from the old worn threshold. Perry, Ilse and Teddy hadall come down with measles the
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