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 is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. Asking her way once or twice, she passed
along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. McClintock will be tuning up the piano to-day. “What did you say?”
“Well, I considered myself justified in denying it,” Anna answered drily. Martha had the square
look of solid English citizenry, which was not deceiving. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and
goings, was for a moment absent.
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