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As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. It was years before your time. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. Michelle looked her up and down, liking the results of her efforts. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. ’ ‘Indeed? Interesting. Her soul was full of the sense of disaster. Passing thought. “That is where my cervix should be. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself.
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