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She took her hat from the peg in the corner and began to put it on. It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. There was a young lad ahead of her. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. ‘So this is Pottiswick’s French spy. She—She can snub him.
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