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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. “So, just how many foster homes were you in before the coming to live here?” “You don’t want to hear about all of that, Michelle. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. I’m so glad you’re not angry. They even talked about friendship. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. And I was altogether disgusted when he kissed me. “Do all foster kids have the instinct?” Michelle asked naively. She was consumed by misery and hate. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked.
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