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And while Gillian lad that Miss Craven was spared the sadness of witnessing the complete failure of her cherished dream

In the little Nor there had been added yet another ically and far fro four hundred years before with the Elizabethan gallant, had relentlessly pursued an ill-starred fae and close to the south entrance of the park

Gillian stopped the carriage for a fewwoe to open the gates Behind one of the case for life, a cripple, with an exquisite face, whoer tender words, the soft ihened palm, the wide dark eyes, misty with sympathy orth infinitely more than the material aid, so carefully packed by Mrs Appleyard, that the foote door

And as the iain Gillian leaned back in her seat with a quivering sigh The woe, despite her burden of sorrow, despite her humbleness, was yet richer than she and, with intolerable pain, she envied her the crowning joy of woed for would never by the touch baby hands bring consolation to her starved and lonely heart Her thoughts turned to her husband in a sudden passion of hopeless love and longing To bear him a child--to hold in her arure that was so dear to her, to watch and rejoice in the dawning resemblance that the ardour of her love wouldtears as the carriage stopped abruptly with a jingle of harness at the lichgate

Coaxing the reluctant Mouston froate, took the ar the carriage walked slowly up the lime-bordered avenue The orderliness and beauty of the churchyard struck her as it always did--a veritable garden of sleep, with level close-shorn turf set thick with standard rose trees, that even the clustering headstones could not make chill and sombre

From the radiant sunshine without she passed into the cool di With its tiny proportions, ornate and nue chancel, it seemed less the parish church it had become than the private chapel for which it had been built Then the house had been close by, but during the troublous years of Mary Tudor was pulled down and rebuilt on the present site