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I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Miss Stanley hesitated, and took first one and then another of the constituents of this costume off its peg and surveyed it. Soon, they fattened up, their cheeks rosy and their hair shining. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own.
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