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She could not analyse what was stirring in her: the thought of losing the doll, the dog, and the cat. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Wood's displeasure; and he was the more readily induced to do this, as the conversation began to turn upon his own affairs. Annabel was in hiding all the time. She felt he would tell people the way, control traffic, and refuse admission to public buildings with invincible correctness and the very finest explicit feelings possible. Her aunt went off at a tangent. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. He shall have the estates.
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