Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every direction. But one thing troubled him, and because of it he might never arrive on the beach. “I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. I have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one of the Squares.
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