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. . And I need not tell you that her hotel bill is running on the same as yours. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. They'll be back soon enough—or not at all.
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