He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. “Serves you right if I’d cracked your skull. As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. She still kicked herself for it. 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. They weren’t very chummy with one another but Sheila 113 didn’t expect much from a foster daughter as long as she worked hard, very hard, to earn her keep. I should have thought my note cleared up everything. I wonder. .
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