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” Ennison took an easy chair. She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. 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. ’ ‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the room. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. They thought that she was her own mother.
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