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. . One gets drawn into things. Her sister’s words were true. Wood, at the top of her voice. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. 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. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. But about the unknown Englishman she was not so satisfied. She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in front of her whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with damning insistence. You know the sort of thing. The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling.
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