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Then she went below. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. They concern us all. I fight. He moved slightly, and she went on, with a slight catching of her breath: “It’s a bother and disturbance, but you see—” She had to go through with it now, because she could think of nothing but her preconceived words. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid.
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