\"You know what I like about guys, certain guys?\" Lucy looked in her direction again. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. But we waste time. 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. "Try fifty pounds more," said Jonathan. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same steadfastness. "He who stands on the verge of the grave, as I do, should never be unprepared.
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