ToC For a short space, Mrs. ‘Or flew in by balloon, perhaps. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants.
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