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After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. He has got Blueskin with him. His vicious abusiveness vanished. Besides, I acted for others, and not for myself. Finally she decided that even for an hotel she must look round, and that meanwhile she would “book” her luggage at Waterloo. He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below. I should like to know how it is concerned with Sir John Ferringhall, and how my presence intervenes. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart.
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