He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. " "It is strange," replied Winifred, artlessly. It is very sweet of you to have waited for me. Stanley?” “I’ve fallen out with my father. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. Out of all this we have struck a sort of harmony. "Now, tell me why they brought you here?" "I came to see you, dear mother!" answered Jack. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn.
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