” Dessert was served. There will be no avoiding it. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. 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. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. "I'll tell you a dream I had last night," continued the unfortunate being. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home.
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