Poor little
Bessie! She was so young, and sweet, and pure. You would have loved her
so much."
"Yes," Lucy said, taking one of Grey's hands, and holding it
caressingly, for she guessed what was in his heart. "Tell me about her
if you can. You say she is dead, and you are sure?"
"Yes, sure," he answered. "I did not see her die, it is true, but I know
she is dead, and I have stood by her grave at Stoneleigh. When I left
you in London I went to her grave, and I believe I left all my life and
soul there with her. I never thought I could talk to any one of her, but
it seems to me now it would be a relief to tell you about her. Shall I?"
"Yes, tell me," Lucy said, and closing his eyes, and leaning back
wearily in his chair, Grey told her everything he knew with regard to
Bessie McPherson, who had died in Rome, and whose grave he had stood
beside in the yard at Stoneleigh; told her, too, of Bessie's engagement
to Neil, of which he had heard from Jack Trevellian, and of Neil's
apparent heartlessness and indifference when he met him in the streets
of Liverpool.
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