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. ‘I am not a murderer. In this
way (he informed Spurlock) he kept posted on what was going on in the strictly
commercial world. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of
Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him
long ago. You
were pointed out to me at—a few nights ago. And now she was witnessing or
observing the complicated machinery of civilization through which they had
come, at length to land on the beach of her island.
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