I don't think he'll come to himself too soon. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. I wish nothing at all from them. . She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky.
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