Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her. 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. He grew more ardent, sliding her breasts out of the strapless bodice of her gown. Don’t take my word for it though.
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