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. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. " "By my soul, no," replied Jonathan, with affected sincerity. "Do me the favour to seat yourself, Jack," said Sir James. " "I'm afraid I don't understand. It was drafty and cold most of the time, but she found that she was not nearly as sensitive to the cold as long as he was 99 there to warm her up.
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