‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. "Out of a family album, you said," Angelina reminded her sister. “I mean to,” she replied. 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. Run along while I rig up and get the part in my hair straight. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go. “Okay.
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