‘You were right, miss. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. Why don’t you go in? Charvill is there. \" Michelle laughed. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. “I’m not sure whether we don’t rather overdo all this higher education,” he said, with an effect of conveying profound meanings. 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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