creeper-decked

Updated: July 3, 2026

So it happened that Lorraine motored down alone to a quaint little fishing-village on the south coast, where there was a charming, old-fashioned, creeper-decked hotel, too far from the railway for the ordinary week-end tourists, and patronised mainly by motorists in the summer. And on Friday the motor went back to town to fetch Alymer, bringing him down about four o'clock, unaccompanied.

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