There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. She stared at his pleading face. She turned towards the door, and had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. The next hour makes, or mars you for ever.
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