He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. I’ve got imagination. Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. Expiation. Some day I shall come back, and I will show you on canvas the things which have come to me up here amongst the eternal silence. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me.
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