"You!" cried Jack, scornfully. Brown was no fool, and he understood the sudden onus of the other children to share the limelight. You yourself supplied the details. 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. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. "I shall do no such thing. "But, where's the strange gentleman I saw under the table?" "Under the table!" echoed Blueskin, winking at Jack.
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