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‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. ’ The girl shook her head violently, setting the feathers on her hat bobbing. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. Dorling said. He did not spend more time with her. No man knew whence she had come nor why. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. T' other gen'l'man said the letter 'ud explain all. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls.
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