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. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground;
others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled
up like scrolls of parchment. He lost control of the machine. ” He said. ’
‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’
‘Yes, yes. He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. Not a breath was drawn. The young man was
mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of
the other guests to draw him into conversation. "You two … both of you! But for you I couldn't
have done it. It’s
a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own.
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