"'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. ’ Mrs Ibstock’s lips tightened and she looked away a moment.
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