Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. Jonathan, however, still lingered. 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. ‘You know perfectly well that she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme. ' That has always haunted me. Mr. I do not think that you will dare to marry anybody else. If he wants you, let him get you.
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