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E. Charvill’s fury was burning out. If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy … to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in his present garb he was sure to be recognised. “All of which doesn’t help me in the slightest degree to pay back that money. And the woollen-draper departed. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him.
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