Mrs. Cuthbert Merrick, erect in her shining dogcart, watched the stout pony's indolent advance with severity, but with forbearance. The road was steep and the day hot. Far below, the ascent began among beech-woods that climbed from gentle valleys; than came the pine-trees, casting blue-black shadows across the dusty road, and when the hill-top was reached the lighter shade of lime and birch and beech again dappled the sunny whiteness.…
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