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"Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. Politely Ah Cum stooped and recovered the photograph. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. For the first time a definite doubt possessed him.
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