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The young man entered the neat, prim, formal parlour. "You are welcome! " said Mrs. Avenel, in a firm voice. "The gentleman is heartily welcome," cried poor John.
"It is your grandson, Leonard Fairfield," said Mrs. Avenel. But John, who had risen with knocking knees, gazed hard at Leonard, and then fell on his breast, sobbing aloud, "Nora's eyes! -- he has a blink in his eye like Nora's."