“The sun soon conquered the mist and Isaac, as he passed under the great elms of the Close, looked up and saw pale gold leaves trembling against the blue of the sky. Down below there was no wind but up there a faint breeze fingered them. The frost had weakened their hold and even such a faint touch was too much for th…
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