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. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew
him out of the crowd. “Why can’t we
propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger
each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. Your history, your actions, nay, your very thoughts are
better known to me than to your spiritual adviser. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She
looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her
pocket to wipe away the excess.
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