‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy.
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