"It's of no use," observed Thames quietly, but with a look that chilled the little damsel's heart;—"my resolution is taken. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Forgive me?” She pleaded.
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