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We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. The world is known to you. I said I’d make shirts. 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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