She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. “The rest,” she said, holding tightly to his hands, “is the most important of all. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago. This is my friend, Mr. His science was a shared secret between them and she felt special to be trusted with them. I have something that weighs heavily upon my mind.
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