’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly. “Sold again,” she remarked. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. I could not have committed this robbery. " "You cannot prevent my departure," replied Jack, dauntlessly, "and therefore your offer is no favour. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress.
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