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It melted her heart. Mr. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. 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. ‘Parbleu, I hope that I do not have many more times to come in this way to the house,’ she muttered fretfully. At least here she was safe. He was unusually absurd and ready, and all the time it seemed to Ann Veronica as a delightful possibility, as a thing not indeed to be entertained seriously, but to be half furtively felt, that he was being so agreeable because she had come back again. Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails.
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