I am not clever out of my own line--now I come to think of it, I don't know that I am particularly clever in it--but I want to do right.

There is not--there may be--I really don't see my way to what I want to say, but I must say it before we part--there is not any other young--' 'O no, Eddy! It's generous of you to ask me; but no, no, no!' They have come very near to the Cathedral windows, and at this moment the organ and the choir sound out sublimely.

As they sit listening to the solemn swell, the confidence of last night rises in young Edwin Drood's mind, and he thinks how unlike this music is to that discordance.
'I fancy I can distinguish Jack's voice,' is his remark in a low tone in connection with the train of thought.
'Take me back at once, please,' urges his Affianced, quickly laying her light hand upon his wrist.

'They will all be coming out directly; let us get away.

O, what a resounding chord! But don't let us stop to listen to it; let us get away!' Her hurry is over as soon as they have passed out of the Close.