" Jack again seized the bar, and, dashing it furiously against the door, speedily burst it open. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. "I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. ” “I told them a lie. Gerald lost his head.
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