The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. She stared at his pleading face. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. " After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Had he had the child to think of, he might have recovered from his grief at Mary’s death. " "Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain.
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