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. But women—women as a rule don’t throw themselves into things like that. He wouldn’t like it if people did it to him. So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. “Indeed I shall not forget your offer. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. "What was it?" He was insistent. Wood. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment.
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