God forgive
you!"
"May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly;
"but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. 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 cannot say who he is,” said Ann Veronica, “but he is a married man. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to
help pry it out.
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