” “One has theories,” said Ann Veronica, radiantly. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. Let’s go. 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. The bridesmaids and pages got rather jumbled in the aisle, and she had an effect of Alice’s white back and sloping shoulders and veiled head receding toward the altar. . It was you, of course, whom he wanted.
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