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. "
"That's the way it goes. The door was opened for her
by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. “You propose, then,” she remarked, “that I shall still be saddled with a pseudo
husband. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. “I—I shall be all right
directly. Many things were only words,
sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she
did, invariably missed the mark. ‘You are really not helping matters, my
friend. When she entered the office a strange scene was presented to her startled gaze.
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