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” Annabel looked at her with terrified eyes. Mr. "Austin will stare," thought Jack, "when he comes here in the morning. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. The pleasure intensified quickly, it was as much control as she dared to lose as she heard herself calling his name with all her breath. The world had grown dark and wide, and she was very small. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. When she awoke she felt as if she were adrift on a soft cloud through a golden sky. He found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to attempt any such speech. Mr. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. 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. Brendon.
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