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"Mr. Wingfold," said Polwarth one evening, the usual salutations / over, taking what he commonly left to his friend -- the initiative, -- "I / want to tell you something I don't wish even Rachel to hear."
He led the way to his room, and the curate followed. Seated there, / in the shadowy old attic, through the very walls of which the ivy / grew, and into which, by the open window in the gable, from the / infinite west, blew the evening air, carrying with it the precious / scent of honeysuckle, to mingle with that of old books, Polwarth / recounted and Wingfold listened to a strange adventure. The trees / hid the sky, and the little human nest was dark around them.