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. A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. I am very good at guessing names. “I don’t know where to go to. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved.
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