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But for Ruth, he, Howard
Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,”
said she. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let
down the bars to his reserve. Only three days. I’m in a mess—a
nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess!
“Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess!
“Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things?
“Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!”
She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger
below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. 1. 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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