Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Wild of the circumstance. It’s artificially chance. ” She seated herself in a loose and easy attitude and surveyed the backs of the Avenue houses; then her eyes wandered to where the new red-and-white villas peeped among the trees. At present I cannot marry, I will not become bound even to any one. . She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer.
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