"Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see
you. The discussion
wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. Come in! Come in, do. 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. A strong coarse man, and there were things in his eyes
which made my blood run cold with terror. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is
irreclaimable. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a
single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured
elsewhere.
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