F. He seemed to be about to move toward her. "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. “I am dying to renew my acquaintance with London, Mrs. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. Bring your liveralong?" "I sometimes wonder if I have any—if it isn't the hole where it was that aches. " "Let them attempt it, if they dare!" cried Mrs. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. She had a warm, fun-loving personality, and an unflattering disrespect for her future husband’s authority.
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