’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. The wings stopped. Sheppard. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. The freezing water reached her chin and she felt the heat of her body dispersing, creating a disappearing patch of warmth as her limbs froze. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. " "Well!" remarked Jonathan, who had paid little attention to the latter part of the conversation: "this is an awkward business certainly: but we must do the best we can in it.
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