I must leave England to-night. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it. The lad looked alarmed. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike.
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