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CHAPTER V The Rectorlocked

  • George Eliot

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Before twelve o’clock there had been some heavy storms of rain, and the water lay in deep gutters on the sides of the gravel-walks in the garden of Broxton Parsonage; the great Provence roses had been cruelly tossed by the wind and beaten by...

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