. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. I can see that you were somebody, in another day. If you ride past the church, and mount the hill, you'll come to Neasdon and then you'll not have above half a mile to go.
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