He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. F. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. ” There followed an instant’s pause, and then Ann Veronica had decided to misunderstand. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street.
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