He saw her young and graceful back as she descended from the carriage, severely ignoring him, and recalled a glimpse he had of her face, bright and serene, as his train ran out of Wimbledon. Then she examined with curiosity some knick-knacks upon a small round table by her side. It melted her heart. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. "I'm not particular about rooms. " "I will—I will," replied Wood hastily. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. You are yet a child; and though you have strayed from the right path, a stronger hand than your own has led you thence.
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