“AS MANY LINES CLOSE IN THE DIAL’S CENTRE; SO MANY A THOUSAND ACTIONS, ONCE AFOOT, END IN ONE PURPOSE.”—_Henry V._ By the time Sabina and her father had bidden adieu to Radegund, the grey wintry twilight had deepened into blackness, and the artist found it was too dark to seal up and direct Sabina’s letter. Merely folding it, therefore, she laid it on the ledge of her easel, and turned to take up her old brooding attitude in the flickering firelight, until a message was brought that the Bishop waited below to speak with her on some question concerning the Horologe.…
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