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Between us and Leatherhead, however, lay the third cylinder, with its guarding giants. Had I been alone, I think I should have taken my chance and struck across country. But the artilleryman dissuaded me. Its no kindness to the right sort of wife, he said, to make her a widow; and in the end I agreed to go with him, under cover of the woods, northward as far as Street Cobham before I parted with him.