[Illustration: “‘There he is,’ said Bride softly to Eustace. ‘I think you had better go to him alone.’... Without pausing to rehearse any speech, Eustace walked up to the lonely figure on the rocks, holding out his hand in greeting.”--P. 234.] “Yer’s tu thee, old apple-tree, Be zure yu bud, be zure yu blaw, And bring voth apples gude enough Hats vul! caps vul! Dree bushel bags vul! Pockets vul and awl! Urrah! Urrah! Aw ’ess, hats vul, caps vul! And dree bushel bags vul! Urrah! Urrah! Urrah!”…
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