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Certainly he could not move now other than to announce the fact that he had found his man. 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. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. ‘Who the devil is Leonardo?’ demanded Roding impatiently, asking the question that had leapt into the major’s mind. "I never stand upon ceremony where I know I shall be welcome.
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