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‘No, but I seen the light, sir. Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened, locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness. ‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. I sat within a few feet of him. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went. 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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