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The village clock struck five as Mr. Millbank and his guest entered the gardens of his mansion. Coningsby lingered a moment to admire the beauty and gay profusion of the flowers.
‘Your situation,' said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ‘is absolutely poetic.'