Even if we had parted friends it would have been a serious expense to travel three hundred miles to get there, for one who wasn't left so very well off.

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I am sorry I pulled up your ivy-roots; but that common sort of ivy is considered a weed in my part of the country.' December 1899.
A TRYST AT AN ANCIENT EARTH WORK At one's every step forward it rises higher against the south sky, with an obtrusive personality that compels the senses to regard it and consider.

The eyes may bend in another direction, but never without the consciousness of its heavy, high-shouldered presence at its point of vantage.