The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. Just as he had arrived at the mouth of the drain, and Jack felt certain he must be discovered, a loud shout was raised from the further end of the field that the fugitive was caught. 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. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house. It must be some days before you can arrange for her to make an identification.
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