A few minutes
later life began to return to his palsied limbs. It occurred to him
that Mr. Bennett had forgotten to kiss him good-bye, and he went into
the outer office to tell him so. But the outer office was empty. Sam
stood for a moment in thought, then he returned to the inner office,
and, picking up a time-table, began to look out trains to the village
of Windlehurst in Hampshire, the nearest station to his aunt Adeline's
charming old-world house, Windles.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As I read over the last few chapters of this narrative, I see that I
have been giving the reader a rather too jumpy time. To almost a
painful degree I have excited his pity and terror; and, though that is
what Aristotle tells one ought to do, I feel that a little respite
would not be out of order. The reader can stand having his emotions
churned up to a certain point; after that he wants to take it easy. It
is with pleasure, therefore, that I turn now to depict a quiet,
peaceful scene in domestic life.
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