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1. 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. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man. I WAS talking to him before I saw his name on the card beside the row of microscopes.
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