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. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. I am carrying back a hundred new books and forty new records for the piano-player. “If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation. I tore the marriage certificate from his pocket and burnt it.
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