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I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. Miss Miniver learned of her flight and got her address from the Widgetts. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. Major said you’d gorn. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. I am sorry that I do not know any one in London. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava.
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