_The light flickered on the top of the church spire_ 32 (_By F. Hopkinson Smith._) "I hear," said Mrs. Abram Van Riper, seated at her breakfast-table, and watching the morning sunlight dance on the front of the great Burrell house on the opposite side of Pine Street, "that the Dolphs are going to build a prodigious fine house out of town--somewhere up near the Rynders's place."…
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