. Her mother had prepared her
for everything. The mother was far
more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living
form. He was there concealed, waiting
her return. But there was something else;
and in his befogged mental state the comparison eluded him. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. “Stop,” he said. The letter began:
“MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—”
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate
gesture flung them into the fire. . "
"How had he offended you?" inquired the widow.
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