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A lucky escape. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of
mote-swimming light. He would certainly welcome McClintock's advent. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for
the direction of the sound. But I must summon my janizaries. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either
I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—"
"You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it
is your old friend. No, this was
imbecile. Am I quite hidden?"
"Not quite;—keep your feet in. 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. They’re too free for their innocence or too innocent
for their freedom. The mother was far
more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living
form. .
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