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She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic concert under the great elm before the door. The iron slipped from his face, leaving it blank with astonishment.
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