Mr. ‘Italian adventurer,’ explained her fiance briefly. Outside in the hall he paused and thoughtfully stroked his smooth blue chin. 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. “Are you feeling okay?” “Just fine. You would want me to be clean, if you gave me a thought, that is. Huge trees obscured the view of it.
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