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Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall, / Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall. / TENNYSON.
The shades of evening were closing over Montrevor, and candles had just been lighted in the library, earlier than usual, as it seemed, for the completion of some urgent business with which its occupants were employed.