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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 fight. " "How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. The next instant, he was launched into eternity! Scarcely had he been turned off a moment, when a man with swarthy features leapt into the cart with an open clasp-knife in his hand, and, before he could be prevented, severed the rope, and cut down the body. He had reacted by laughing at her, informing her coolly that she was naïve in many things. “I never wanted to kick any one so much in my life as that second fellow. But I don't understand her; she's over my head. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls.
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