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Chapter 12

           DianaChesneylookedupwithinquisitiveeyesandalittlewonderingsmile.

           "SibylwasbornatWillowsmere,"—saidtheEarlpresentlyinratherahuskyvoice.

           "Anewcharmisaddedtoitspossessionbythatknowledge,"—Isaidgently,bowingtoLadySibylasIspoke—"Haveyoumanyrecollectionsoftheplace?"

           "Indeed,indeedIhave!"sheansweredwithatouchofsomethinglikepassionvibratinginheraccents—"ThereisnocorneroftheworldIlovesowell!Iusedtoplayonthelawnsundertheoldoak-trees,andIalwaysgatheredthefirstvioletsandprimrosesthatcameoutonthebanksoftheAvon.AndwhenthehawthornwasinfullflowerIusedtomakebelievethattheparkwasfairylandandIthefairyqueen——"

           "Asyouwereandare!"interposedLuciosuddenly.

           Shesmiledandhereyesflashed—thenshewentonmorequietly—

           "Itwasallveryfoolish,butIlovedWillowsmere,andloveitstill.AndIoftensawinthefieldsontheothersideoftheriverwhichdidnotbelongtotheestate,alittlegirlaboutmyownage,playingallbyherselfandmakinglongdaisy-chainsandbuttercupballs—alittlegirlwithlongfaircurlsandasweetbabyface.Iwantedtoknowherandspeaktoher,butmynursewouldneverletmebecauseshewassupposedtobe‘beneath’me."LadySibyl’slipcurledscornfullyatthisrecollection.

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