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‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. "
"I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan. She rose and attacked Lucy, kicking her with the
grafted leg that was too big for her body. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the
gravel. . The contest, however,
though desperate, was brief. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and
looking over his slanting glasses at her. There she sought and at last found 107A, one of those heterogeneous piles
of offices which occupy the eastern side of the lane. It was as if Grace-church
Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were
stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Wood as a play-room to the two boys; and, like most boy's
playrooms, it exhibited a total absence of order, or neatness. You are to come home.
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