In the middle there was a gate. She was dressed as a white woman should be; and that for the present satisfied her instincts. ‘What’s more,’ went on Martha, ‘I knew something Mr Charvill didn’t, or he wouldn’t so readily have left it behind him. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it.
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