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It was twelve o'clock before we left Grib's (or Grip's) Common, lurching off it by another grassy lane down into the road in the direction of Mereworth, and leaving, as we afterward discovered, several portions of our equipment behind us.
"What a lovely, sparkling world! " said Mrs. Menzies-Legh, coming and walking beside me.