At a Girl's Mercy, or, The Fortunes of War — page 110: what you’re looking at

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AT A GIRL’S MERCY. : 99 ‘At any time when you care for a ride,’’ he said, quietly, as though it were scarcely a favor he was doing, ‘“‘you are at perfect liberty to use any horse in the stables, [am sure, Miss Nan. You have no idea how breezy it is on the upland slope where the clovers are thickest. You are fond of beauty, and you could appreciate that. If you would paint it some time you would feel amply repaid for any trouble it might be. ‘The clovers simply carry the feeling of breezes in their rosy tops. Iam no artist, but I like beauty of that sort.”’ “Then you do not appreciate my poor garden, flowers,’ she said, sweetly. She lifted her frank, blue eyes to his face without a trace of ill feeling. She was a trifle off her guard, and had forgotten such disagreeable things as any man being willing to commit an act of villainy for her sake. ‘‘I care more for my pink roses and carnations and Canter- bury bells than I could for the world sown with pink clovers. But they are pretty, Mr. Blake, and some time I may catch your clover slope for a panel. Ithank you for the suggestion, and also for your _ generous offer of the use of your stables. My poor __ pretty Queen had to be shot, you remember, because she broke her leg last winter, and I cannot bear to put another horse in her place, she was such a noble animal.’’ “She was a fine creature,’’ he said, never hinting that he knew perfectly well that her horse was not replaced by any other because the squire was under heavy rooney drain, and she would not press her de- sire. That she could be generous if she chose, he had plenty of proof. ‘‘But if you really care fora trial, the bay mare is the easiest rider. I will have her sent over any time you may desire, How perfect Gomicbooks (E(0) m =>