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"I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. ” She smiled grimly at the recollection of that lunch—tea and roll at a cheap café. WE don’t think they’re right, but they don’t think we are. Why should she? she asked rebelliously. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. I don’t mind it. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face.
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