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. There are times when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected thing. The agonized mother could scarcely repress a scream at the spectacle that met her gaze. It might be upset. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. "What do you want?" he asked, in a gruff voice. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. I was in Lancashire, at our family seat, at the time you mention. I have always been lonely. On weighing the matter over, he grew so uneasy that he resolved to descend, and inform him of his misgivings. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower her kill out of her hair.
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