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” She said. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an
unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. Who she is I have not discovered, but she is
masquerading as Melusine, and for all I know, is not even married to the man
who calls himself Valade. 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.
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