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She kissed Cathy's soft cheek as she entered the warm kitchen. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town. She had found it in 1988, the year of the stock market crash. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten.
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