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The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. In addition to the various business men, solicitors, civil servants, and widow ladies who lived in the Morningside Park Avenue, there was a certain family of alien sympathies and artistic quality, the Widgetts, with which Ann Veronica had become very friendly. Anthony, when God Himself had found only one man strong enough for that! McClintock shook his head violently, as if to dismiss this dream he was having. Nine years ago, I worked in this very house—had a kind indulgent master, whom I robbed—twice robbed, at your instigation, villain; a mistress, whom you have murdered; a companion, whose friendship I have for ever forfeited; a mother, whose heart I have well-nigh broken. ” “It is very hard to explain,” he answered. You are necessary to me. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. Such a mystery as you have set up.
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