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They were walking on the moor. It was a Wednesday afternoon. Betty was on the way to one of her numerous pensioners, a bed-ridden old labourer who lived in what had once been a gamekeeper’s cottage on
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They were walking on the moor. It was a Wednesday afternoon. Betty was on the way to one of her numerous pensioners, a bed-ridden old labourer who lived in what had once been a gamekeeper’s cottage on
He had not asked her for an answer. She had promised to think it out. She might wish to talk it over with Jim. She and …
How to tell her? The door was not quite closed. He could hear her voice giving directions to the maid, the rustling of …
There came a day when Betty returned to take up her residence at The Priory. Since her father’s death she had been trav…
A God needing man’s help, unable without it to accomplish His purpose. A God calling to man as Christ beckoned to His d…
Lady Coomber joined them in the spring. Jim’s regiment had been detained at Malta longer than had been anticipated. Her…
They were married abroad as it happened. Jim had exchanged; but his regiment, before going on to India, had been appoin…
Mrs. Strong’nth’arm had not spoken figuratively when she had told Betty that there were times when she did not know her…
It came so suddenly that neither of them at first knew what had happened. A few meetings among the lonely by-ways of th…
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