Chapter XXVII. Life
Mount Dunstan, walking through the park next morning on his way to the vicarage, just after post time, met Mr. Penzance himself coming to make an equally early call at the Mount. Each of them had a letter in his hand, and each met the other's glance with a smile. "G. Selden," Mount Dunstan said. "And yours?" "G. Selden also," answered the vicar. "Poor young fellow, what ill-luck. And yet--is it ill-luck? He says not." "He tells me it is not," said Mount Dunstan. "And I agree with him." Mr. Penzance read his letter aloud. "DEAR SIR: "This is to notify you that owing to my bike going back on me when going down hill, I met with an accident in Stornham Park. Was cut about the head and leg broken. Little Willie being far from home and mother, you can see what sort of fix he'd been in if i
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