" Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. ‘Odd sort of a nun. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. Kneebone, I came hither as your guest. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked.
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