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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. My arm's nearly well again. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. Only she sent me a message, and together we found a cottage for her to stay at. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. " "You don't say so!" exclaimed Shotbolt.
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