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Beech. Oak.

Maybe we both will. Gayle Marten?

He never intended to break off with Gayle Marten, did he?

Now, I didn't know anything about your husband and Gayle Marten.

You couldn't see it from the street, because the home was surrounded by beech trees.

Mr. Bartlett hasn't been here at all today. Miss Marten called in to say she'd be late.

The southern beech forests surrounded his hut just like it was when he was there in 1926.

As the three men entered the alley, a bird resembling a crow flew from the top a large beech tree as if he had been frightened.

Some thought it was part flying squirrel or some other wild animal, which is not impossible, for, according to naturalists, prolific hybrids have been produced by the union of the marten and domestic cat.

On one occasion I saw two of these monsters (whales) probably male and female, slowly swimming, one after the other, within less than a stone's throw of the shore (Terra Del Fuego), over which the beech tree extended its branches.

But no weather interfered fatally with my walks, or rather my going abroad, for I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines when the ice and snow causing their