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It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. She paused. ’ He scratched his chin as if he thought about it, but covertly kept a careful study of what he could see of her face. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home.
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