In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic concert under the great elm before the door. Not so Gosse. We always go out to dinner on holidays. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. You are too credulous. And an Englishman, which is my right of birth. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country.
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