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The storm burst upon them in its fury. 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. “I’d like to dedicate tonight’s performance to the person that helped inspire me to complete my first major work. ” Ann Veronica listened with her eyes on the fire. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music.
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