" "Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?" "Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. " Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church. " "It's all so big and aloof. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. “Excellent!” he exclaimed. ‘It’s my belief she is a nun. " "The very point I aim at," said Darrell as he passed through the outlet. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them.
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