“All these days I have taken her for you. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. But that was all over. Every moment. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that. Give way, and let us render what assistance we can to the poor wretch. He was instantly overpowered, and stretched upon the ground. What was his problem, she thought to herself. Two packets were committed to your charge, which you undertook to deliver,—one to another priest, Sir Rowland's chaplain, at Manchester, the other to Mr. . That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably.
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