It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. He reached for her, and she struck savagely. ” Lucy grew hot. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. Some Chinaman might take it into his head to shout: "Death to the foreign devils!" And out of that wall yonder would boil battle and murder and sudden death. 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.
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