’ ‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the refugees. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. But perhaps I had better get a room in an hotel to-night and look round. For she and this old lady became at once friends.
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