‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. Some friends who saw us dining together persist in alluding to her as Miss Annabel Pellissier. Would to God I had. Certainly you have a reason. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. "Troth, and so did you," returned the watchman; "but I couldn't belave it. 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. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him.
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