" Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church. Given the proper incentive, who could say that he might not likewise go nobly to some fine end? She thrilled. "Here," repeated her brother. ‘I do not know. . If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station. That’s all. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. “I shall not speak,” he said, “now or at any other time. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. Not I.
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