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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. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards. As he was conveyed thither, an incident occurred that produced a considerable impression on the feelings of the youthful offender. She looked at the suitcase sadly and stashed it underneath her bed. She told me the tale the other night, and I've only elaborated it. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. ’ The sharp eyes twinkled. Yet either the rest or the wine seemed already to have done him good. Lost me place, that’s all. Wood; but they never come now.
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