" Sir Rowland moved irresolutely towards the door, but recoiled before a sad spectacle. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. A. I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. If this is the young lady, she can perhaps calm him. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward.
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