A. "There's his knock. Manning? I suppose there’s a sort of place like a ticket-office. "It was the story of a man, so to speak, who
had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw
their broad arms over this pleasant spot. Hastening to the spot where he had tied
his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for
he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware
Road. I believe I’m in love. She was pleased and a little flattered by his interest and sympathy. Women! He is
always chanting the praise of some discovery; sometimes it will be a native,
often a white woman out of the stews.
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