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Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. It was his particular hobby, and the leisure he had to apply to it had given him a remarkable appraising eye. From all angles he was at a disadvantage—in weight, skill, endurance. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress. Let me go my own way towards them. ‘Martha was my wet-nurse? But she is unmarried. As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall. Somehow.
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