She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. 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. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. , or that she had a care in the world. ” She said. Wood, in equal trepidation. He’ll survive. Wood. My, um, my curfew. Find that boy. ‘I knew you would be furious.
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