Notes - (VERSO)

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in the beech hollow.

“His daughter! And she might have been my daughter,” murmere murmured the Old Lady. “Oh, if I could only know her and love her – and perhaps win her love in return! But I cannot. I could not have Leslie Gray’s daughter know how poor I am – how low I have been brought. I could not bear that. And to think she is living so near me, the darling – just up the lane and over the hill. I can see her go by every day – I can have that dear pleasure at least. But oh, if I could only do something for her – give her some little pleasure! It would be a delight.”