She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. She felt her heartbeat accelerate until it was pounding her chest. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock. He saw now that it was merely a boy.
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