A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. \"Where are you going?\" She cried. White rang the bell. F. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. One she entered and met with a sharp rebuff, which she appeared to receive unmoved.
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