“Fred, help me to carry these drawers back into my study — you have never seen my fine new study. Pray come too, Miss Garth. I want you to see a stupendous spider I found this morning.” Mary at once saw the Vicar’s intention. He had never since the memorable evening deviated from his old pastoral kindness towards her, and her momentary wonder and doubt had quite gone to sleep. Mary was accustomed to think rather rigorously of what was probable, and if a belief flattered her vanity she felt warned to dismiss it as ridiculous, having early had much exercise in such dismissals. It was as she had
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