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Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. 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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