I had left Paris. His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. 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.
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