I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten.
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