She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. He had set out to win her, and she had let him start. “John, we should be getting out of here.
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