Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance was visible. She had not thought anything could equal her despair at that moment. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. ’ ‘Oh, a ruin,’ exclaimed Mrs Sindlesham, throwing up a hand. But I don't understand her; she's over my head.
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