Junk Email Cleanup

I received this email from a ‘Lewis Blackburn’ the other day. I found it captivating and thought I should share:


They hadbeen obliged to fetch horses to drag Progress up the hill! They would laugh at him in the family if they knew hed beenlooking at their roots. Change, its all onthe surface, thought Soames; the roots are the same. While she washed off powder and put it on again Fleur thought:Dear Dad!
I thought perhaps you were secretly afraid of settling again.
She started the car, and, once out of the lane, drove at a greatpace. Im tired, Dad; and youll have a long day to-morrow. Then, with her heart beatingfast, she went up and rang the bell.
Suppose Jon remained immovably opposed to secrecy.
If she claimed him,if she decided on declaring their act of union, he supposed it did.
Looking down in disapproval at a flat stone, he saw on the worn andlichened surface a capital F.
Soames was impressed, indeed, by theextreme emptiness of this parish where his roots lay. I want the vicarage now, or whatever it is. Jon was hers now, he could not betray their secretunless she gave him leave.
Very slowly shedrove, and only when she reached the Dorking road did she quiteabandon hope.
He stepped back to the window, andstopped with his heart in his mouth. She left him at ten oclock, brushing his nose with her lips. Soames got into the car, and, opening his packet ofsandwiches, began to eat.
Now, let me come and tell you how to get to it. CHAPTER XBITTER APPLELife revived in Fleur while she went about her business in themorning.
Sheknows, thought Jon, she knows something.
For a moment he seemed to understand even himself. Where had she read that one always looked ones worst in a mirror? She rose from her knees, and stood peering intothe brightened dusk.
He rode slowly so as to have the less time at home,dreading the night.