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. “There’s morbid beauty,” said Ann Veronica. Sheppard," replied Jonathan, mysteriously. I have but to give a hint of that boy's existence in the proper quarter, and his life will not be worth a day's purchase. " "What?" he barked.
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