Of course there were goats. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. 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. I wouldn’t even have to use very much gasoline. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks.
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