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I know / She prizes not such trifles as these are: / The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd / Up in my heart. / WINTER'S TALE.
They entered at last upon the domain of Montrevor, a very fine estate, / on much the same scale, and not very different in style, to the mansion / of Silverton; a not uncommon similarity which might seem, generally / speaking, to run through the estates and great houses of our several / English counties, almost as much as their distinctive characteristics / are shown forth in the dialect of the common people, and even -- as we / fancy -- in the style and manners of the superior class of inhabitants.