Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it
vanished. The tears were streaming down her face, her
voice was thick with sobs. . 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. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that
Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’
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