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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. " He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge. She had expected a love story; and love was totally absent. See? You marry me. Money was not necessary; indeed, it would have embarrassed all concerned. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. "I shall like to call you that. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him.
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