‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. She let out a delighted laugh. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. 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.
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