The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. " She paused. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. It must be sent home this evening. And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting to be put aside. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. “Home, of course,” she answered. .
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