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Those words of Dr. Quarn's echoed and re-echoed in Rufus Myrthe's ears as he walked beside Miss Lavinia through the quaint High-street and up the sheltered, winding road that led to the house. So preoccupied and thoughtful did he seem that his companion wondered what had happened to cause such a change. But she had that rare gift of sympathy which can understand silence as well as speech, and she asked no questions, though there was a tranquil expectation in her eyes that at last impressed him. Then, for pure relief to an over-burdened mind, he spoke out frankly his troubles.
"Miss Moneyash," he began; "I reckon you've been the kindest friend I've made in this country. Seems to me as if I'd had to tell you things from the very beginning, like that day on the coach when all Derbyshire seemed the same to me, and I'd no notion of a needle-in-a-haystack when I was searching around for that lost farm. You put me on the track of that and a pretty fret and fuss it promises. But that's no matter. Only it does seem kind of queer that you should have plopped me right down into another difficulty, doesn't it?"