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. \" Mike retorted churlishly. I see all the Movements. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. It is no good waiving the thing; it is true. “What’s that young lady’s name—girl in dark brown, stranger here?” Mr.
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