Sir John once more looked around him. ‘When we met probably, and you threatened me at the first. . “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. “Bother it all!” she swore. ‘You’re right. 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. I have only just left Wych Street. He did not play golf, but took his exercise on horseback, which was also unsympathetic.
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