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The crash of a felled tree in the remote depths of the wood recalled

the past at that moment, and all the homely faithfulness of

Winterborne "Don't ask it! My heart is in the grave with Giles," she

replied, stanchly

"Mine is with you--in no less deep a grave, I fear, according to that"

"I am very sorry; but it cannot be helped"

"How can you be sorry for rave?"

"Oh no--that's not so," returned Grace, quickly, and o away

from him

"But, dearest Grace," said he, "you have condescended to coht fro state of

probation you would be generous But if there can be no hope of our

getting coh I am"

"I did not say you were a wretch, nor have I ever said so"

"But you have such a conte at led between the wish not to be harsh and the fear

that she ht mislead him "I cannot look contemptuous unless I feel

contempt," she said, evasively "And all I feel is lovelessness"