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The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. ” She laughed softly. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin.
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