“Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. “Are you with us?” said the tired woman. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so.
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