He looked at his port wine as though
that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. Manning relinquished his cup, and looked meaningly at Ann Veronica. He pulled
on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse
logo, his brown socks, and shoes. ”
“Why did you keep her all of these years? What good
can it do?”
“She created me, Lucia. 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. ‘Mademoiselle. I'm an old hand at such things. I’ve told you
that practically already.
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