‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. But when she turned her thoughts to Morningside Park she perceived the tangled skein of life was now to be further complicated by his romantic importunity. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees, and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses which constitute the village of Neasdon.
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