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. The streets were full of colour. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. Anna was married. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. He could have easily forced it, but preferred a more expeditious mode of reaching the roof which suggested itself to him. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. Don't lay it all to the boy.
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