"Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper. ’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. A group of ten began emerging outside the ticket area. It is no good going into that. "Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder.
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