He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ” He writhed. ’ ‘That old fool? Why my brother kept him on I shall never know. “And even then—” The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment.
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