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"He would return my letters unopened or destroy them. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. . . “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one recalcitrant horse and leading another.
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