In fact, Mr. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. Don’t be frightened, dear. She turned her head away sharply.
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