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Wood, and you'll find that I've spoken the truth. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. She was dropped off at 2:30 at Whitefield Park, a huge extravagantly lit field in the new part of town.
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