She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. Ann Veronica realized that she was alone with the world. ‘Knowed it the instant I set eyes on her. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. . Spurling," rejoined Ireton; "we can taste the rum when he returns. ” “It would suit me. ” Lucy snickered.
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