The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least conception of what the coffee bean was for. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. She forced herself not to think of John. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister.
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