Part 6 He became quite sure, by a sort of accumulation of reflection, as the day wore on. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ‘I allow anyone in. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him. Loneliness. I have told you.
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