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“Yes. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. The palanquin is hired and so is the procession. For a stunned moment, Emile did not speak. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. “Am I hurting you?” She asked.
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