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. Lucy pinned her hair off her neck and hoped it would make her to look decidedly older. Her time and effort was justly rewarded, because the hard cold facts she knew about neighborhood intrigues were better than fictional soap operas. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it.
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