‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. 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. "Well, who'd have thought of Shotbolt beating us all in this way!" said Ireton. Light flooded the place. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. “I might go home, I don’t know. If she’s over, he probably knows all about it. She would have to leave very soon. These particulars are familiar to all, who have any title to the knowledge.
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