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. If ever I could bring myself to ask you any favour, I would ask you to forget even as I have forgotten. ’ ‘Oh yes, or walked through the walls, I dare say. Wood, was examined. ’ Tears glistened in her eyes. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest.
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