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. The owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had exposed outside for sale. As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. " Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her. Spurling in alarm. “It isn’t fair. “You left the TV on when you fell asleep in the living room, so I turned it off.
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