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- Author: Margaret Deland
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 316
- ISBN-10: 154830705X
- ISBN-13: 9781548307059
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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A single car-track ran through Payton Street, and over it, once in a while, a small car jogged along, drawn by two mules. Thirty years ago Payton Street had been shocked by the intrusion upon its gentility of a thing so noisy and vulgar as a street-car; but now, when the rest of the town was shuttled with trolleys and clamorous with speed, it seemed to itself an oasis of silence. Its gentility had ebbed long ago. The big houses, standing a little back from the sidewalk, were given over to lodgers or small businesses. Indeed, the Paytons were the only people left who belonged to Payton Street's past-and there was a barber shop next door to them, and a livery-stable across the street. "Rather different from the time when your dear father brought me here, a bride," Mrs. Payton used to say, sighing. Her daughter agreed, dryly: "I hope so! Certainly nobody would live on Payton Street now, if they could afford to buy a lot in the cemetery."
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- Author: Margaret Deland
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 316
- ISBN-10: 154830705X
- ISBN-13: 9781548307059
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
A single car-track ran through Payton Street, and over it, once in a while, a small car jogged along, drawn by two mules. Thirty years ago Payton Street had been shocked by the intrusion upon its gentility of a thing so noisy and vulgar as a street-car; but now, when the rest of the town was shuttled with trolleys and clamorous with speed, it seemed to itself an oasis of silence. Its gentility had ebbed long ago. The big houses, standing a little back from the sidewalk, were given over to lodgers or small businesses. Indeed, the Paytons were the only people left who belonged to Payton Street's past-and there was a barber shop next door to them, and a livery-stable across the street. "Rather different from the time when your dear father brought me here, a bride," Mrs. Payton used to say, sighing. Her daughter agreed, dryly: "I hope so! Certainly nobody would live on Payton Street now, if they could afford to buy a lot in the cemetery."
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