Giles's church, the bell of which continued tolling all the time, passed the pound, and entered Oxford Road, or, as it was then not unfrequently termed, Tyburn Road. No idea that you were here, though. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. They were so nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast.
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