As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was
saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. “I confess it. Ruth's mind was fertile
soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things
would spring up and blossom overnight. She was amazed that at over sixhundred years old that she could miss her parents so
bitterly. ’
‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her
hand. “But it is so difficult——”
“Not at all,” he answered eagerly. There was first the Avenue,
which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an
undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either
side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings.
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