’ With difficulty, Gerald bit back a laugh. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Your old rooms are there, if you choose. He fancied that when they had had time to reflect, they would regret it still more. I could not dream of loving you. Our mutual safety requires it.
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