Mr. ” “I think,” Lady Lescelles said, putting down her teacup, “that I must send Nigel to plead his own cause. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. She felt herself shaking again. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees.
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