A little darling? Lord in heaven, he had taken leave of his senses. 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. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. Jack had well-nigh fallen too. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. It was so easy to forget the imminent threats of being discovered during times of peace.
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