\"Hardwood floors. "I thought you'd have got rid of
your ill-humour by this time. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his
business. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. At times he seemed to be claiming
pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at
times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got
what he wanted. Free, there is
nothing left to her but the canal. When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she
blamed herself at first. She speedily reached
her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. It fell with a clatter to the floor. The day was
unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having
descended over manicured lawns. We’re going in. “I think this ends the business,” he said, turning to his sister. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he
could see better without, he hoped, being seen. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself.
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