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It was a heavy, settled fall, I recollect, in great flakes, and it lay thick.
The noise of wheels and tread of people were as hushed as if the streets had been strewn that depth with feathers.
My shortest way home, and I naturally took the shortest way on such a night, was through St.
Now, the church which gives its name to the lane stood in a less free situation at that time, there being no open space before it, and the lane winding down to the strand.
As I passed the steps of the portico, I encountered at the corner a woman's face.
It looked in mine, passed across the narrow lane, and disappeared.
I had seen it somewhere, but I could not remember where.
I had some association with it that struck upon my heart directly, but I was thinking of anything else when it came upon me and was confused.
On the steps of the church there was the stooping figure of a man who had put down some burden on the smooth snow to adjust it.
my seeing the face and my seeing him were simultaneous i don't think i had stopped in my surprise but in any case as i went on he rose turned and came down towards me i stood face to face with mr
Then I remembered the woman.
It was Martha, to whom Emily had given the money that night in the kitchen.
Martha Endell, side by side with whom he would not have seen his dear niece, Ham had told me, for all the treasures wrecked in the sea.
We shook hands heartily.
At first, neither of us could speak a word.
"'Master Davy,' he said, gripping me tight.
It do my heart good to see you, sir.
Well met, well met.