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. Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers. Why did he imagine she was making this journey to England? She feigned interest.
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