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You must say farewell to her, for I cannot. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. Pitt endeavoured to dissuade him from attending in person, representing the great risk he would incur from the mob, which was certain to be assembled. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. 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. You came to me, you wished me to speak to Anna. She was curious to know why he had boarded a dingy train instead of hailing a cab or his own private chauffeur like the others in expensive suits were doing. Do help me, Lady Ferringhall. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word.
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