“I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good. There is a small yewtree west of the church. Least of all myself. “I have been bearing this—for your sake. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. She is my only family. Last week.
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