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Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. There was nothing to be learned from her face. Huge trees obscured the view of it. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. I loved her and made love to her, and I don’t think she quite loved me back in the same way.
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