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. One of the coolies held the paper lantern. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. You’ll have to find someone else. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free.
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