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‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. 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. . . She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. " The elderly domestic bowed, took up the case, and retired.
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