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My father died a year ago, by the way. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. “I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning. But I liked the things you said here.
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