He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. 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. She opened it and imbibed. “Very well,” said Ann Veronica, with an air of concluding the discussion.
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