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There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. I trust that no unpleasant rumours will be circulated before the election, at any rate. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. There'll be busy days and idle. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. But she was disturbed, mysteriously disturbed. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind.
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