by bofa xesjum
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the morning had been unseasonably warm, but a breeze sprung up just after noon, to the extent that lady amelia could stop fanning herself.
beside her, sophonisba remained absorbed in her book.
that book must be quite interesting, lady amelia observed. you have hardly said a word all morning.
yes, it is, aunt, sophonisba replied.
at that monent palmerston, ladty amelia’s terrier, emerged from the trees at the east side of the garden, with a rabbit in its mouth, and dropped the creature, quite dead, at lady amelia’s feet.
oh, the poor thing! sphonisba exclaimed. and on such a beautiful day! bad dog!
really, sophonisba, lady amelia laughed. you must not be so sentimental. you can not blame the dog. it is only doing what it does.
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