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“For the others,” Annabel said tearfully, “that is well enough. The doctor's smile is singular; there is no other smile that reaches the same level. “No,” she
answered, reluctantly. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who
was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship. Fetter Lane, on the left, Gray's Inn, on
the right, added their supplies. 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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