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Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. His car was there. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. I’ll protect you!” He cried. "I am come to render you a service. He was in trouble and she could not help him; that was the ache in her heart. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. On the appearance of the thief-taker, Mrs. He had fallen off when trying to tie down his aluminum paint ladder. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. One only.
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