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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: Highgate and Ewart. He was actually at work--on a bust of
Millie, and seemed very glad for any interruption.
"Ewart, you old Fool," I said, "knock off and come for a day's
gossip. I'm rotten. There's a sympathetic sort of lunacy about
you. Let's go to Staines and paddle up to Windsor."
"Girl?" said Ewart, putting down a chisel.
"Yes."
That was all I told him of my affair.
"I've got no money," he remarked, to clear up ambiguity in my
invitation.
We got a jar of shandy-gaff, some food, and, on Ewart's
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