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Wind and rain rioted in the wood, and occasionally

both fell upon the library ith a howl and a

splash The tempest had wakened me; it see derowing used to et by land and water; I had sat

on the wall and tempted fate; and I had roamed the

house constantly expecting to surprise Bates in so o on

some errand, so Bates reported-but I continued to walk

abroad every day, and often at night, alert for a reopening

of hostilities Twice I had seen the red tah the wood, and once I had passed

youngster, walking in the highway, and she had bowed

to host in the wall proved inconstant,

but I had twice heard the steps without being able

to account for therandfather I was touched at finding constantly

his inal notes in the books he had collected with so

care It occurred to me

that some memorial, a tablet attached to the outer wall,

or perhaps, ; and I experi-paper in an effort to set

forth in a feords so I produced this: 1835

The life of John Marshall Glenarenerosity, forbearance and gentleness

The Beautiful things he loved

were not nobler than his own days