” For a moment Mr. Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. ” His face darkened. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. In the struggle her cap fell off. 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.
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