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’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. . The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees.
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