He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. “I expect it is pretty well in shreds by now. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her.
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