What do you mean by it, eh?’ ‘But I did not send it to you,’ Melusine rejoined instantly. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. She bought her Greyhound ticket one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty A. 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.
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