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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. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt
tucked in, he laboured. “You shall drive home with me in a hansom, if you will. Cathy appeared in her bathrobe. It was a different world. Spurling. But—but how?’
‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and
bringing out a leather ring purse. They had cried a little, both.
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