As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. Pausing with the intention of turning back,
he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be
seen through the trees. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right
across it. Better check on
Remenham House, I suppose. All who lived
there aspired to be something greater, all who lived there
had hope, even the slaves! Oh, Lucia, if you could have
seen the Parthenon, or attended the plays at the
Athaneum, you would know why I loved it there. "
"Instantly, Sir," replied Austin; "instantly. Only an
undermaid I was then. "Think of me forgetting ten
thousand so quickly!"
"Go to, you old fraud! You'll never fool me again.
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