The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. I did think it could be done. “Were you thinking of private apartments, a boarding-house or an hotel?” she asked. Why don’t you wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley.
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