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. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. "He is gone!" cried Mrs. As a matter of fact it isn’t their affair. She found him reclined, watching television in a small guest room hidden in a back wing of the massive house. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards.
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