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Chapter 40 No.40

With weary steps I loiter on,

Though always under altered skies;

The purple from the distance dies,

My prospect and horizon gone.

TENNYSON.

Whether or not Elizabeth wanted to see anybody she did not say - except to herself. She walked into the house, fortified with all the muniments of her spirit for the meeting. It was a quiet one o

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