"I'm armed; you are not. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. dear. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. "Intruding!" echoed Mrs. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. “I wonder which of us is right,” she said. ‘If he needed sanctuary, it raises grave doubts about his activities. " "What for? What do you want of them?" "Why, they are … yours. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most earnestly that I may come back to my old place as “Your devoted friend, “WALTER BRENDON.
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