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Despondency was beginning to creep over even Harry English's dauntless spirit: in the next sheet Rosamond took up-she had to peer closer now in the gathering dusk-for the first time he expressed doubt of their reunion.
You will go back to England (he wrote). You will go to the old Mother. My poor girl, I feel as if I had broken your life