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" "How had he offended you?" inquired the widow. But he wrote on. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. “Until a girl can go away as a son does and earn her independent income, she’s still on a string. “I have answered all your questions,” she said. Something has changed her tremendously. ’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. ’ ‘Only because you did not tell me entirely the story? That is silly. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. "But I have one last request to make.
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