There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. ’ She giggled suddenly. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. She could not say who, not yet. You should have a dog. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. "But you mustn't indulge these gloomy thoughts. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied.
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