Spurlock grew cold. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost,
into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. Already she missed all of
her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily
and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the
room. Unconscious of the interest he excited, and entirely occupied by his
own thoughts—which, if his bosom could have been examined, would have been
found composed of mingled hopes and fears—the young man walked on till he
came to an old house, with great projecting bay windows on the first floor, and
situated as nearly as possible at the back of St. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but
there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that
oar. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and,
when unloosed, hung down to her heels. The thought of them distressed her without
subtracting at all from the oceans of happiness in which she swam. . "
"In case of need you will lend a helping hand?"
"Yes—yes. . Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the
sea. “You would have been treated differently in the Old
World, the one where I came from.
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