Mrs. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. " Ruth laughed. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. "Ruth!" She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose. There were menacing possibilities; the thought of them set him a-tremble. "Rowland," said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look of indescribable anxiety, "you have assured me that I shall behold my son. Forgive me. I'll be outside the hotel at nine-thirty.
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