” She looked thoughtfully into the fire. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. He cherished her. Perhaps for the first time he realized that Anna was by no means an ordinary person. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. Boldly he turned the knob of a certain door and entered. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by U.
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