She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. I was grateful. Kneebone, he took his departure.
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