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. Chapter XXIV A CASE FOR THE POLICE After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed. "The only disguise I ever put on is a dress-suit, and I look as natural as a pig at a Mahomedan dinner. There he sat as before, with the heavy fetters on his limbs, and beside him sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on the gibbet. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. “Uh, I think I might, Shari.
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