" "I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. 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. Their momentary absence seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding appeared to subsist between them. ” “No,” she moaned, “not that. ” “You have seen her—since last night?” “Yes.
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