Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. ‘But I will tell you this, mon vieux. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off. .
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