It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. There was some one there. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. 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. After all, she only LOOKED a woman. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly.
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