“What can one say?” she exclaimed. " "I tell 'ee what, saltwater," said Ben, "I'll lay you my fare—and that'll be two shillin'—I'm back in an hour. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. Following this direction, he opened a gate, and struck into one of the most beautiful green lanes imaginable; which, after various windings, conducted him into a more frequented road, and eventually brought him to the place he sought. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture.
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