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Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he drew it forth. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. And yet she knew it was not fair to call her a foolish girl. The slow stars circled on to the moment of their meeting. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. " "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. But it looked as if the boy was not going to be of much use. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. "And so you've given up all hope of escaping, eh, Jack?" remarked Hogarth.
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