"Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. The door to the room in question was closed. " "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. ‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured.
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