He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. The storm appeared to have blown over, for they were conversing in a very amicable manner with Mr. Thames, meanwhile, had drawn his sword, and was about to rush upon Jonathan; but he was withheld by Wood. 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.
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