Are you going to write a novel?”
“Not I,” she answered gaily. The fellow
swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold,
and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. ”
“Believe me that I have answered you wisely,” she said, in a gentler tone,
“wisely for you too, as well as myself. 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. “I do love you.
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