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Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. Know that I love you, that I will always love you. For although I must confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a sinking heart. ” “And they won’t let us make plans for ourselves.
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