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“Go on!” she commanded. “Won’t you tell me why you have come to England?” she said. She said that your mother was only fifteen when she went to live with them. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. ” She turned abruptly at right angles to the path they followed. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge.
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