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There was a tone of regret in his rich, musical voice, and forgetting
that Neil had said he was from Boston. Bessie said to him:
"Is that farm-house your home?"
"Oh, no; my home proper is in Boston," he answered her, "but I have
spent some of my happiest days in that house, and the memory of it and
the dear woman who lives there is the sweetest of my life, and the
saddest, too," he added, slowly; for, right in Bessie's blue eyes,
looking at him so steadily, he seemed to see the hidden grave, and for a
moment all the old bitter shame and humiliation which had once weighed
him down so heavily, and which, naturally, the lapse of years had tended
to lighten, came back to him in the presence of this young girl who
seemed so inextricably mixed up with everything pertaining to his past.
It was like some new place which we sometimes come suddenly upon, with a
strange feeling that we have seen it before, though when we cannot tell;
so Bessie impressed Grey as a part of the tragedy enacted in the old New
England house many, many years ago, and covered up so long.


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