But, alas! Ah Cum shrugged philosophically. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind, which had begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens, and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp.
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