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Title: Love at Paddington

Author: W. Pett Ridge

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LOVE AT PADDINGTON

by

W. PETT RIDGE

[Frontispiece]

Thomas Nelson and Sons
London, Edinburgh, Dublin
Leeds, Melbourne, and New York
Leipzig: 35-37 Koenigstrasse. Paris: 189, rue Saint-Jacques

NOVELS BY THE SAME AUTHOR.

Mord Em'ly.
Secretary to Bayne, M.P.
A Son of the State.
Lost Property.
'Erb.
A Breaker of Laws.
Mrs. Galer's Business.
The Wickhamses.
Name of Garland.
Sixty-nine Birnam Road.
Splendid Brother.
Thanks to Sanderson.

First Published in 1912

LOVE AT PADDINGTON.

CHAPTER I.

Children had been sent off to Sunday school, and the more conscientious
reached that destination; going in, after delivering awful threats and
warnings to those who preferred freedom of thought and a stroll down
Edgware Road in the direction of the Park. As a consequence, in the
streets off the main thoroughfare leading to Paddington Station peace
and silence existed, broken only by folk who, after the principal meal
of the week, talked in their sleep. Praed Street was different. Praed
Street plumed itself on the fact that it was always lively, ever on the
move, occasionally acquainted with royalty. Even on a Sunday
afternoon, and certainly at all hours of a week-day, one could look
from windows at good racing, generally done by folk impeded by hand
luggage who, as they ran, glanced suspiciously at every clock, and
gasped, in a despairing way, "We shall never do it!" or,
optimistically, "We shall only just do it!" or, with resignation,
"Well, if