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She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. “I suppose most people’s letters are queer. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. Dump popped his head into the cage. ‘Alors, now I am also a murderer. He eyed the young couple with the tragic history behind them, and could only suppose that familiarity had dulled their senses. Her pa was only the smithy. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful. . Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets.
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