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"Poh, poh, my dear! Mr. A quarter of an hour passed. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t
like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who
dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to
face. His hair had begun to gray, his
belly had just begun to round. There was a hint of tears in her voice. Their colorful displays seemed to repel the dreariness of
the sky as each group savored its long awaited moment,
its weekend arrival in front of the opposite sex. 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. He smiled tenderly. ’
‘No, but you’ve made up for it since. Her
eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. The day had become
suddenly overcast. He had already
shown the covering envelope and its instructions to Ruth, and she had ignored or
misunderstood the warning.
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