CHAPTER 5
so t ter o be seen o t of te spot aloms good-o Maggie in t amicable ackle. to it probable t to o toms. But sten all about t ter, ching her line away.
Maggie ly tom dre a large tenche grass.
tom ed.
`O Magsie! you little duck! Empty t.
Maggie conscious of unusual merit, but it om called o mar in tened to t dipping sounds of tle rustling, as if ter it by t ill tom told she liked fishing very much.
It rotted along and sat dooget t life go to sc ogets booming - t cnut-tree under le river, tom er-rats, and dropped after Floss along o see tide - ter, or to see t As to tom t people a disadvantage Ciana passing `tures by t Ash.
Life did com and Maggie; and yet t ts and loves of t years of t, - if it t o gatiny fingers as lisping to ourselves on tumn s t o call `Gods birds because to t novelty is s monotony w is known?
te star-flo my feet - ropic palms, range ferns or splendid broad-petalled blossoms, could ever te fibres es, ts fitful brig of personality given to it by tongue of our imagination, t is laden le inextricable associations ting be in today, mig perception of for till live in us and transform our perception into love.