One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. ” “But I’m quite equal to taking care of myself, aunt. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. 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.
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