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She had so deep a kinship with the trees, so intuitive a sympathy with leaf and flower, that it seemed as if the blood in her veins was not slow-moving human blood, but volatile sap.Mary Webb
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I thought she had a good heart, though not much respectability- or maybe it was because of that.Mary Webb
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Beguildy looked at me over the rim of a great measure of mead. 'Saddle your dreams afore you ride 'em, my wench, ' he said.Mary Webb
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It made me gladsome to be getting some education it being like a big window opening.Mary Webb
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It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.Mary Webb
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Saddle your dreams afore you ride 'em.Mary Webb
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Saddle your dreams before you ride em.Mary Webb
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Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.Mary Webb