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But I'll not believe it of you. She had a horrible glimpse of the once
nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very
muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared,
white, but triumphant. She had had two days of employment-seeking now. Her heart ached; and that puzzled
her. ”
“I know,” said Mr Manning, “I know these Dreadful Statistics. As he fell, he caught at the
projecting masonry. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal,
as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. “Would you wait for me?”
Manning was silent for a space. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is
irreclaimable. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of
freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. That's a most damnable lie; and
when she finds out, 'tis then she will not forgive.
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