Mr. Earles declared. Ants. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the
heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was
little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. The simile started a
laugh in his throat. In lieu of the
substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of
falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. There was no way to
warn her of his presence without startling her. He flipped the television on. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. See? You marry me. And she did not
merely affect to be driven—she felt driven.
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