...old melancholy-looking yew trees, or the firs, and picking up the red berries, and the fir apples, which were good for nothing but to look at — or...fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond,...

...they were forbidden fruit, unless now and then — and because I had more pleasure in strolling about the old melancholy-looking yew-trees, or the firs,...the fine garden smells around me, — or basking in Çhe oranger}', till Icould almost fancy myself ripening too, along with the oranges and the limes,...

...and picking up the red berries, and the fir-apples, which were good for nothing but to look at—or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me—or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too, along with the oranges...

...particular, used to spend many hours by myself, in gazing upon the old busts of the twelve Cajsars, that had been emperors of Rome, till the old marble...fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me-^-or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too, along with the oranges...

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...the old melancholy-looking yew-trees, or the firs, and picking up the red berries and the fir apples, which were good for nothing but to look at — or...fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish pond at...

...and picking up the red berries, and the fir-apples, which were good for nothing but to look at—or in lying about upon the fresh grass with all the fine garden smells around me—or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the orttnges...

...the old melancholy-looking yew trees, or the firs, and picking up the red berries and the fir apples, which were good for nothing but to look at — or in lying about upon flhe fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I...

...old n elancholy-looking yew-trees, or the fire, and picking up the red berries and the fir apples, which were good for nothing but to look at; or in lying abont upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me ; or backing in the orangery,...

...now and then, — and because I had more pleasure in strolling about among the old melancholy looking yew-trees, or the firs, and picking up the red berries,...fresh grass with all the fine garden smells around me,—or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too, along with the oranges...