What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. 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. Here he found another strong door, making the fifth he had encountered. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. \"I'll have to call and tell Cathy. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. I’m turning into a big fat cow. . Here was a thundering blow. I don't think. " So saying, he raised a whistle to his lips, and blew a loud call; and, as this was unanswered, another still louder.
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