"He lives at Dollis Hill, a beautiful spot near Willesden, about four or five miles from town, where he has taken a farm. The inn was a military haunt. I have an appetite which I dare not increase. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that.
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