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Spurlock possessed that extraordinary condition of the mind which is called New
England conscience. 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. And not only so, but that it was after all, a more systematic and
particular method of examining just the same questions that underlay the
discussions of the Fabian Society, the talk of the West Central Arts Club, the
chatter of the studios and the deep, the bottomless discussions of the simple-life
homes. She was slowed down by the icy wind that
punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the
orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already
described. “Oh, you can act!” she cried.
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