She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. She had tasted freedom now, and so far she had not felt the need of protection. ‘And just who is Leonardo?’ ‘How in God’s name should I know?’ demanded Roding irascibly. Mrs. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. “I was sick of the make-believe.
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