Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. Lucy Albert?” “Yes, sir?” She replied, opening the door as Cathy rose from the couch and Larry stirred from his bed. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here beside me. ‘Oh, I don’t wish to marry you. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. Annabel was in hiding all the time.
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