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And when the night ends we'll fall asleep lulled by the lovely pattering of the rain on the tin roof of the turf - shed . Perfect peace . Philosophic calm . Fresh air . Lovely country . Content and serenity without end .
And when the night ends we'll fall asleep lulled by the lovely pattering of the rain on the tin roof of the turf - shed . Perfect peace . Philosophic calm . Fresh air . Lovely country . Content and serenity without end .
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Dolly said accusingly , and , because of the rain , longingly . ' Why don't we take it back ? ' Fanny cried , and hand in hand they galloped down the hill and back into Flatfoot Lane . The trickle of rainwater still ran whispering down ...
Dolly said accusingly , and , because of the rain , longingly . ' Why don't we take it back ? ' Fanny cried , and hand in hand they galloped down the hill and back into Flatfoot Lane . The trickle of rainwater still ran whispering down ...
Pagina 151
Laughing they turned for home , stamping into the puddles of the rain , screaming with delight as they kicked arcs of water at one another . They lifted their wide - open mouths to the trees along the Mall trying to catch the falling ...
Laughing they turned for home , stamping into the puddles of the rain , screaming with delight as they kicked arcs of water at one another . They lifted their wide - open mouths to the trees along the Mall trying to catch the falling ...
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