The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. “But I wish,” she said, “I had some idea what I was really up to. You seemed to me to be slipping and slipping, and your face was white. “He does not come here,” she exclaimed, quickly. 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.
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