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The cab pulled up in front of a tumbledown cheap 'villa' in an unfinished cheap neighbourhood,-the whole place a living monument of the defeat of the speculative builder.
Atherton leaped out on to the grass-grown rubble which was meant for a footpath.
'I don't see Marjorie looking for me on the doorstep.'
Nor did I,-I saw nothing but what