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When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. He got up. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. The burden of decision had been transferred. He remembered that, before he attempted to dislodge the stone, he had placed the child in a cavity of the pier, which the granite mass had been intended to fill. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. He was pretty successful in Manchester,—a town which may be said to have been the head-quarters of the disaffected. .
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