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‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was amazed to find herself shedding tears. And for my part, if I were inclined to exercise my benevolence at all, it should be in favour of some more deserving object than that whining, hypocritical Magdalene. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. The young lady I was with is not married at all.
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