She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. They were so nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand. He talked with his manner gentle and kindly. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them. "If you loiter in this way, old Wood will catch us. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. That blow made me a thief. I'm not particular what or where.
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