. But I will never—never return. She throws a sort of spell over us all. I’ll come and see you again later on. "You forgot your lunch," she said. Wood laughed louder than ever. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. ’ Jack blinked at her. Wood?" "With pleasure," replied the woollen-draper. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. 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. "Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. The major’s hand stilled. He ventured to the great gates, and by inserting his gimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form points upon which he could rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, not without considerable risk, to draw up his female companion.
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