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” A momentary bitterness crept into Anna’s tone. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. They crossed the Park to the westward, and then turned back and walked round the circle about the Royal Botanical Gardens and then southwardly toward Waterloo. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would be different. I believe you have had it pulled down, have you not?” “The Misses Pellissier!” he exclaimed. 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. “Nigel is like all men,” Lady Lescelles continued. ” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends.
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