She was so interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. She rang again with the same result. “You are late,” she murmured. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. “Dare!” she said. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up. “She has nothing to be afraid of,” he continued. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded.
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