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“The life of a private secretary is positively one of slavery. Light flooded the place. ” A man who had been sitting with his hat tilted over his eyes at an adjacent table had risen to his feet and stood suddenly before them. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. 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. Supposing they find you and take you away?—and she unprepared? Have you thought of that? Why did you marry her?" "God alone knows!" "And you don't love her! What kind of a woman do you want, anyhow?"—with rising anger. She resolved not to allow him or her hunger detract from the performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like a precious jewel. But he can't have his eyes always about him, or he'd have been with us this morning at the Mint, eh, Mr. But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures.
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