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. ’ ‘A mistake, I agree. ” She shook her head, snapping out of her reverie. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY. " "Suffer me to proceed," replied the stranger. A cold shiver came over her. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income.
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