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’ ‘And you do not know me. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. In fact, one of them was downright sceptical. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path. "That was the lad's name," returned the stranger. I said I’d make shirts. But all of that was forgotten. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. " "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies.
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