The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as I please. "I have nothing to forgive. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought. ’ He endured the inevitable scold with patience, saluted Mrs Chalkney’s faded cheek, and went off to endure the necessary delay with what patience he could muster.
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