" She departed reluctantly. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. You don't want people to snub you later. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. Very quietly, he added, “Oh Lucia, I’m sorry. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. “I am off to-night,” he said. “In any case, there is probably some mistake.
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