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fiddle if there is one around. “No, stay, Lucy. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones. 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 don't care if he is," rejoined Thames, boldly. ‘If you did not want me to talk of it,’ she told him with characteristic
insouciance, ‘you should not have mentioned the matter to me. ”
Ann Veronica walked as he indicated.
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