” She turned a firelit face to her husband. Maggot. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. Now, he had achieved them, and felt assured of success. So he marched into the street, primarily bent upon making the favourable discovery. 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. If you ask me, you’ll have to beat her regularly if you don’t want to live a dog’s life.
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