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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. He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and
pulled off her clothes. ‘Well, young man,’ he
said, ‘we haven’t seen you lately,’ and something about ‘Bateson & Co. He renewed
his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the
greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety,
if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. She wanted to be alone.
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