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Your mother, for instance,
couldn’t. I don’t care what divides us. Tell me what you think the island is like. ”
She stared hard at her finger-nails. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. 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. Mr. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account.
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