" At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. She was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet something eluded her. And when Manning was not about the thing seemed simple enough. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. I somehow understood. "I wonder," said Ruth. 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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