A LONG GOOD-BYE.
Gathering shadows—Harry's wonder—Ambiguous—A long good-bye—The anchor's weighed.
It was a sad evening in the little farm by the church of Wilton, yet very sweet and summer-like without. Very sad it was in the low, dim, oak-panelled parlour, whose diamonded window looked across the quiet churchyard, with its swinging wicket, its gravel-path beneath green aisles of lindens, and all the countless
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