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‘It did not seem to me that it was so. She met him by the dugout after the game. “Wow. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once to pause to regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow a passage for his arm up to the elbow. "But she is a dear," said Angelina, timidly. She leaned a little towards him. We begin rehearsing on Monday at the ‘Garrick’. Now go.
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