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Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees,
now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Wood, however, was too much excited to attend to the caution. ’
‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. "Oh! I see!" replied Blueskin, winking significantly, "Come nearer, or they'll
observe us. "You didn't spend it?"
"I never intended to spend it—any more than I really intended to steal it. One has to be so careful. He wasn't satisfied
with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. ”
“Lady Ferringhall! Anna!” he exclaimed. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid
growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds.
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