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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. Mr. Nor Jacques. Curiously enough nothing will persuade him that she is not ‘Alcide. ’ ‘Yes, I know,’ Gerald put in with an irrepresssible chuckle. Her family are solid West End people, Kensington people. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. It was less will than education.
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