As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. In the struggle her cap fell off. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like a cuckolded old maid. ” She said to him. “How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants.
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