He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. ’ ‘But he gives them to me. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. He loved the sea, and could give a good account of himself in any weather. I do not intend to allow you to forget. “Put her in the trunk. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. Wood.
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