‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. If he hasn't a job for you, he'll know someone who has. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me. She was crushed with a sense of her own terrible impotency. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees.
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