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Grey need not know," Hannah always
replied, though she had secretly cherished a hope that some time in the
future, when the poor old father was dead, she would tell Grey and ask
his help to do what she fully meant to do when her hands, bound for
thirty years, should be loosened from the chain.
She could trust Grey, could tell him everything, and feel sure that his
earnest, truthful blue eyes would took just as lovingly at her as ever,
and that he would comfort and help her as no one else could do.
Such was the state of affairs at the farm-house on the morning of
Thanksgiving Day, when Hannah was making her preparations to go to
Grey's Park for two hours or more, just to sit through the dinner and
see Grey, whom she had not seen since his return from Europe.
Her father was not as well that morning. Thanksgiving was always a
terrible anniversary for him, for as on that day the several members of
a family meet again around the old hearth-stone, so the ghosts of the
past all came back to torture him and fill him with remorse.


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