He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary.
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