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“No,” answered the girl. “I may have just told her. She isn’t the sort that gives advice.” The whole man had changed. The eyes had a timid pleading in them.!
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Mary had unwrapped the paper parcel. It contained half a sheep’s head. “How would you like it done?” she whispered. “Who told you I persuaded him?” she asked.
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She ran against Phillips, the next day, at one of the big stores where she was shopping. He had obtained a commission early in the war and was now a captain. He had just come back from the front on leave. The alternative had not appealed to him, of being one of those responsible for sending other men to death while remaining himself in security and comfort. “No,” answered Joan. “I hope you’re not. I’m generally in about this time; and it’s always nice to gossip over a dish of tea.” Joan’s prayers that night, to the accompaniment of Mrs. Munday’s sobs, had a hopeless air of unreality about them. Mrs. Munday’s kiss was cold.
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