"Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. At least, I frustrated her design in calling upon him this morning. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. She must get to the vestry. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. " Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. His long struggle with himself, his avoidance of her were quite unnecessary.
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