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He had been at
Stoneleigh several times since that summer in London, and these visits,
with his letters always so affectionate and bright, were the only breaks
in Bessie's monotonous life. Once Jack had been there for a few days, or
rather to the "George," where he slept and took his meals, spending the
rest of the time with Bessie, who interested him more and more, and from
whom he at last fled as from a positive danger. With his limited income
and his habits, he could not hope to marry, even if Bessie would have
joined her young life with his matured one, which he doubted, and, with
a great pang of regret he left her in the old Stoneleigh garden and did
not dare look back at her, sitting there with the troubled look on her
face, because he was leaving, lest he should turn back and, taking her
in his arms, say the words he must not say.
And so he went his way to busy London, and heard from Blanche that the
white-haired old earl in the north of England was dead, and the puny
Dick master in his place.


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