‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. ’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You must be got rid of, that is seen. Spurling. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. Following this direction, he opened a gate, and struck into one of the most beautiful green lanes imaginable; which, after various windings, conducted him into a more frequented road, and eventually brought him to the place he sought. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. And all the talk of the Miniver people and the Widgett people seemed always to be like a ship in adverse weather on the lee shore of love.
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