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Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black. And, by way of checking his housekeeper's familiarity, he pointed significantly to the table. Before midnight, I'll answer for it, it shall be done. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry.
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