I shall know what to say to him when he comes. By a sort of instinct. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour.
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