” “I married pretty young,” said Capes. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. Spurling. All sorts of considerations come in. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man.
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