She married my Dad in a small ceremony down at City Hall. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. And, yet, I don't know. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. 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. I have been imaging—” “Mr.
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