"It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. “Come on in, Michelle. Well, it had to happen somewhen. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. And taking the keys, he departed on the errand. At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell. 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. "Where is he?" he cried. ’ Gosse smiled and Melusine read triumph there. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded. ’ ‘You mean the bookroom, miss.
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