Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. ‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. ‘She ought to be. “I find it very hard to write this letter. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable to the needle in the haystack.
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