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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. “Forty guineas a week. Wood, who were, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. One doesn’t realize that even the sort of civilization one has at Morningside Park is held together with difficulty. But it was her proof. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were different.
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