I didn’t dream, not even in my wildest dreaming, that—you might have any need of me. You must say farewell to her, for I cannot. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. " Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church.
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