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‘Ah, the tragedy. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees, and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses which constitute the village of Neasdon. ” “Annabel! Annabel!” Annabel stamped her foot.
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