"There's a young woman. She had to wear cream and a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown sash and a long skirt and her hair up. "Let him alone," said Trenchard authoritatively, "I have another question to propose. "I did all for the best, as I'll explain. "Stop a minute," cried Jack, detaining his mistresses. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. “You shall go,” he declared. There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. 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. To Ruth came that of the great world, her lawful lover at her side; and there would be glorious books into each of which he would unconsciously put a little of her soul along with his own, needing her always. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room.
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