The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. One comes at last to the step from dreams to reality. I was grounded for the last two weeks.
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