The inn was a military haunt. “I shall not speak,” he said, “now or at any other time. Offer to return it to each in private. “P. "I will not submit to be thus interrogated," said Winifred, angrily. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. . The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. 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.
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