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Hester made as if to answer him, but rose instead and laid a hand on his breast. It was a thin hand, and roughened with housework. With the other she pointed to where the view had lain seaward. He turned. There was no longer any view. The brambles hid it, and must have hidden it for many years.
“Then what have you been thinkin’ of all these days?”
Her eyes filled; but she managed to say, “Of you, John.”
“It’s with you as with me. The weeds have us, every side, each in our corner.” He looked at his hands, and with sudden resolution turned and left her.
“Where are you going?”
“To fetch a hook. I’ll have that view open again before nightfall, or my name’s not John Penaluna.”
The End
Chapter i. I Begin Life
I was just nineteen years of age when I began my career as articled pupil with the Miss Bagshots of Albury Lodge, Fendale, Yorkshire. My father was a country curate, with a delicate wife and four children, of whom I was the eldest; and I had known from my childhood that the day must come in America Dame Fodboldtrøjer which I should have to get my own living in almost the only vocation open to a poor gentleman’s daughter. I had been fairly educated near Holger Badstuber Jersey home, and the first opportunity that arose for placing me out in the world had been gladly seized upon by my poor father, who consented to pay the modest premium required by the Miss Bagshots, in order that I might be taught the duties of a governess, and essay my powers of Ionut Radu Jersey tuition upon the younger pupils at Albury Lodge.
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