He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. “Let me know the truth. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ‘Damnation! Too late. Had romance to be banished from life?. “Silly!” he remarked after a pause.
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