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I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. Playing became a way of escape. "Not exactly," answered Jonathan, drily. Her evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. 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.

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