And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. "There is Dollis Hill," said the man, pointing to a well-wooded eminence about a
mile distant, "and there," he added, indicating the roof of a house just visible
above a grove of trees "is Mr. Ain't he, Madam?'"
"He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. I don’t want you to talk to me now. But I won't be cheated of my prize.
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