“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Mrs. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. ‘I’ll make it, miss.
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