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‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. For yonder went the loneliest man in all God's unhappy world. “His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought.
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