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She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times,
having long since forgotten his name. "If we take him, I don't mind giving you
a share—say a fourth—provided you lend a helping hand. Taber is the name. "They will kill
me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and child. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of
cities, reasserts itself. The Ragged Edge. It ought never to have begun. ”
Sir John looked at her sideways. Over these boards the two arms of a guide-post serve to direct the wayfarer—on the right hand to the neighbouring villages of Neasdon and Kingsbury,
and on the left to the Edgeware Road and the healthy heights of Hampstead. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by
the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. With some difficulty, they managed to negotiate the passage with
their burden and carry him out into the library.
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