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The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. ‘Long enough for you to see Frith for me. I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. Michelle was only a junior, the same year as herself. The Return 231 II. F. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. 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.
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