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Oh, it was wonderful-wonderful. Voice Reading
It's the first thing I ever saw that couldn't be improved upon by imagination. Voice Reading
It just satisfies me here"-she put one hand on her breast-"it made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache. Voice Reading
Did you ever have an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?" Voice Reading
"Well now, I just can't recollect that I ever had." Voice Reading
"I have it lots of time-whenever I see anything royally beautiful. Voice Reading
But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue. Voice Reading
There is no meaning in a name like that. Voice Reading
They should call it-let me see-the White Way of Delight. Voice Reading
Isn't that a nice imaginative name? When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so. Voice Reading
There was a girl at the asylum whose name was Hepzibah Jenkins, but I always imagined her as Rosalia DeVere. Voice Reading
Other people may call that place the Avenue, but I shall always call it the White Way of Delight. Voice Reading
Have we really only another mile to go before we get home? I'm glad and I'm sorry. Voice Reading
I'm sorry because this drive has been so pleasant and I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Voice Reading
Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure. Voice Reading
And it's so often the case that it isn't pleasanter. Voice Reading
That has been my experience anyhow. Voice Reading
But I'm glad to think of getting home. Voice Reading
You see, I've never had a real home since I can remember. Voice Reading
It gives me that pleasant ache again just to think of coming to a really truly home. Voice Reading
Oh, isn't that pretty!" Voice Reading
They had driven over the crest of a hill. Voice Reading
Below them was a pond, looking almost like a river so long and winding was it. Voice Reading
A bridge spanned it midway and from there to its lower end, where an amber-hued belt of sand-hills shut it in from the dark blue gulf beyond, the water was a glory of many shifting hues-the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose and ethereal green, with other elusive tintings for which no name has ever been found. Voice Reading
Above the bridge the pond ran up into fringing groves of fir and maple and lay all darkly translucent in their wavering shadows. Voice Reading

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