" "Mine is Howard Spurlock. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. " "Ay, but he will. He was ruffled, and his ears were red, no doubt from some adjacent controversy. She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. The moment she entered the room and he rose, she felt that she was immediately consigned to the circle of strangers; and it emptied her heart of its joy and filled it with diffidence.
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