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She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. The loud noise proceeding from the couch proved that their slumbers were deep and real; and unconscious of the danger in which she stood, Mrs. Spurling, who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than by privately pinching the arm of her expected husband. Wood turned over to obtain a more comfortable position. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. ’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip.
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