”
Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. Like the nuns,
she hardly ever looked in a mirror. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with
which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. ‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her
chin resting upon the window-sill. A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the broad
staircase. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees,
now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ”
She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. Remember that.
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