But it would be too risky. 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. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. ‘I try to be. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. Wait a little; rest. There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee.
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