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Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. ‘All right, Trodger. In another instant, the collision took place. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Only you good ones— shirk. ’ ‘But two letters,’ put in the woman. 196 Succeeded where she had not. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers.
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