” The corners of her mouth rose in a weak smile and she gave him a wink. 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 you will answer it frankly?" "Certainly. And if she is not a nun, nor a refugee, and yet is entirely English, I’m hanged if I know what she is. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. Montague Hill is. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks.
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