The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. "And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?" "Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. They trudged along a little hungry, because of the fruitarian refreshments, and mentally very active. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. ‘Idiot. "He lives at Dollis Hill, a beautiful spot near Willesden, about four or five miles from town, where he has taken a farm. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary.
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