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. 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. Perhaps the boys had already faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. He might have been a complete innocent, she did not know and did not bother to find out. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. The ragged edge. Vorsack would staunchly disapprove of his attire, said nothing anyway.
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