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THE leaves had fallen in the grounds at Ten Acres Lodge, and stormy winds told drearily that winter had come.
An unchanging dullness pervaded the house. Romayne was constantly absent in London, attending to his new religious duties under the guidance of Father Benwell. The litter of books and manuscripts in the study was seen no more. Hideously