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‘Come, Hilary. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. My only love is for my poor lost son. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time.
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