“I think I ought to have one. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. The night was now profoundly dark. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. When mistress took and died—’ Joan broke off and sighed, moving away to the window. ‘You are a born rebel, ma’am, and I can see now where she gets it from. Without a struggle he could give up his flesh and blood like that! "I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between.
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