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“I suppose Paris is very, very distracting. And we’re going to fight that old world down there. \" She said, looking beside him at a taller boy who appeared to be bored. Lucy turned and faced the strawberry blonde behind her, gesturing rapidly with a folded origami triangle, evidently the newest form of note. 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. Had this not been the case, he must have refused even to see his Frenchified granddaughter. You'll have it down. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it.
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