They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. ‘Cover her, men. "Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. “Tell me more about this Martin Chen. He’s a catch, Lucy. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. ‘No need to upset yourself. 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. Captain Hilary Roding and his inamorata, Miss Lucilla Froxfield. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father. He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window.
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