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Teddy went round by the garden backs and dropped the bag over the fence. All the same, I don’t admit it. I was grateful. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. It was a dismal and depressing sight to see a great city thus suddenly overthrown; and the carpenter was deeply moved by the spectacle. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. 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. After a careful search below, he could detect no trace of Blueskin. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer.
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