It will be his interest to do so. "Mother!" cried Jack, springing towards her. “Yes, I know. Then a light seemed to break in upon him. “I may as well come up by this train. “Listen,” she said. She no longer felt sick or dizzy, her muscles returned to a relaxed, supple state. The estates must, ere long, revert to Sir Rowland. A shiver slid down inside her. 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. After all, why need one look down. Life is morality—life is adventure. But I swear she ain’t told me nothing more, sir.
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