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🎮 CHAPTER XII “He’s clever,” laughed Phillips. “I’d enjoy the fight, if I’d only myself to think of, and life wasn’t so short.”!

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The striking of the old church clock recalled her to herself. But she had only a few minutes’ walk before her. Mary had given up her Church work. It included the cleaning, and she had found it beyond her failing strength. But she still lived in the tiny cottage behind its long strip of garden. The door yielded to Joan’s touch: it was seldom fast closed. And knowing Mary’s ways, she entered without knocking and pushed it to behind her, leaving it still ajar. “That’s like you women,” he answered with a smile. “You pretend to be superior; and then you copy us.”!
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“Your friends, that you never had any. And your enemies, that they are always the latest,” she informed him. “How far are you going?” demanded Flossie.
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