It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. 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. “WHAT a place! “Stuffy isn’t the word for it. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. James Boyle O'Higgins knew little or nothing of the South Seas, but he knew human beings, all colours. "Shall I shoot him?" "Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs.
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