”
Mr. 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. It was bad luck to go to
Canongate. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something
enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite
relief. "Come down, sirrah, and I'll teach you how to deface my walls in
future. "
"You are heiress to the Trenchard property," rejoined Jonathan, "one of the
largest estates in Lancashire.
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