"The end is the most beautiful in English
literature. He was disquieted. ”
She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to
conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the
time was a preposterous pitch. 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. He refused
his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them. There was a pause, and then the front door slammed. \"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Shari.
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