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Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. ‘You could have fetched me home. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. The coach in which the prisoner had been conveyed was already broken to pieces, and the driver was glad to escape with life. Even her debt to him was a triviality now. Recovery impossible.
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