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"_We sin against our dearest not because we do not love, but because we do not imagine._" / --Ian Maclaren.
"And so Master Gabriel be at home again," said Mrs. Hurdle, glancing across the kitchen at Hilary one September morning as she made the pastry with deft hands. "Home again, and quite the man. I reckon his mother be thankful to you for bringing him to Hereford just now."