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Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. Are you quite shure you haven't another alyas, Masther Thames Ditton?" "Darrell, I tell you. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. But she had loved the man.
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