The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. "Come," said Wild, turning authoritatively to Jack,—"you have overstayed your time. But she was staring seaward and did not notice the offering.
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