Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. ” “Oh, it wasn’t that. He made it brief. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned.
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