" "Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. They were a young man and an old one, and both appeared deeply affected. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. ’ ‘And I love the way you call me imbecile,’ finished Gerald.
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