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I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. Michelle said that the case had been closed for lack of evidence. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Her mind developed into savage wrath at the present conditions of a woman’s life. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose.
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