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She threw her arms around Rollo's neck and laid her cheek upon
the flea-bitten head. “We will see that he doesn’t
follow you. 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. ‘And since the entire company and Pottiswick himself were unable to
find hide nor hair of the infernal French female—’
‘English, Hilary,’ Gerald reminded him. I couldn't accept anything from you. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his
harrying conscience. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended,
although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. Will you leave us for a
few minutes?"
"You are not going to be harsh?"
"I wish to talk about the future.
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