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“Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. I had that coming. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. It was at lunch when McClintock announced that in the mailpouch he had found a letter addressed to Howard Taber, care of Donald McClintock and so-forth. Madman that I am to be so!" "Help!" shrieked Mrs.
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