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He munched his popcorn steadily,
periodically offering it to her, but not his Coke, as that
would be too bold, a saliva exchange. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone
to him and put her arms around his neck. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid
growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. “Soon she will return. For a
moment she remained silent. When they reached her rooms she stepped
lightly out upon the pavement. ”
“Much better,” she agreed. Along the inner
side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell
himself had prepared. "
"Do you want me to tell her that I am grateful?"
"Well, aren't you?"
"I don't know; I really don't know. . She saw marks in the dirt where he had
been pacing. "
"This way, sir.
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