‘She ought to be. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. "I couldn't bear to see you in it. ” “No. Wary they might be. “I say, daddy,” she began, and was suddenly short of breath. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose.
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