"But these are fearful reflections, and, for the present, we will not pursue them.

Now to play the hypocrite, and endeavour to look composed and serene to my mother, and to Flora while my heart is breaking." The two friends had by this time reached the hall, and leaving his friend Marchdale, Henry Bannerworth, with feelings of the most unenviable description, slowly made his way to the apartment occupied by his mother and sister.
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