"I'm never satisfied with a first attempt. Life is morality—life is adventure. As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. Shari’s head poked out of the bathroom where she had been preoccupied with preparations for her morning shower. 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. Everybody breathed a collective sigh of relief in the neighborhood, no one wanted to see how those kids would grow up. I don’t suppose you could tell me even the derivation of suffrage if I asked you. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I hope you never will. ” Lucy snickered.
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