Addington

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Portrait of Alice Brown Alice Brown,  The Prisoner

“ If there were some hot betrayal of the blood that had driven her to Reardon he almost thought, despite Addington and its honesties and honours, he would not lift his hand to keep her. Addington was very strong in him that night, the old decent loyalties to the edifice men and women have built up to protect themselves from the beast in them. Yet how would it have stood the assault of honest passion, sheer human longing knocking at its walls? If she could but love a man at last! ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Alice Brown Alice Brown,  The Prisoner

“ She stopped working for one pod's space and looked at him.
"Are you homesick for old Addington?" she asked. "Alston Choate says that. He says it's a homesick world."
"He's dead right," said Jeff. [Pg 275]
"What do you want of old Addington?" said she. "What do we need we haven't got?"
Jeff thought of several words, but they wouldn't answer. Beauty? No, old Addington was oftener funny than not. There was no beauty in a pint-pot. Even the echoes there rang thin. Peace? But he was the last man to go to sleep over the task of the day.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Alice Brown Alice Brown,  The Prisoner

“ As the traditions of Addington were wafting Alston Choate away from this primitive little Circe on her isle, so his acquired habits of safe and healthful living were wafting him. If his inner refusals could have been spoken crudely out they would have amounted to a miserable plea:
"Look here. It ain't because I don't want you. But there's Jeff."
For Reardon was not only a good fellow, but he had gazed with a wistful awe on the traditions of Addington's upper class. He had tried honestly to look like the men born to it; he never owned even to himself that he felt ill at ease in it.
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Source: Gutenberg

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