There one
comes to a relationship that Mr. I have been imaging—”
“Mr. It plucked shingles from the school building,
threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting
teeth. 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. “Once or twice. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not
even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. No, don’t let me call myself that. He was indeed still in the throes of his
bewilderment.
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