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“I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. 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's a model of conjugal attachment and fidelity, a pattern to his family, and an example to his neighbours. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. " "He's let out for a few hours," laughed Kneebone; "but he's going back again after supper.
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