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"It's not heaven she wants to get--it's her fair share on earth,"
retorted Clara. She spoke as if he were responsible for some deprivation
which Miss Bonford suffered.
"Well," he said, "I thought she was warm, and awfully nice--only too
frail. I wished she was sitting comfortably in peace--"
"'Darning her husband's stockings,'" said Clara scathingly.
"I'm sure she wouldn't mind darning even my stockings," he said. "And
I'm sure she'd do them well. Just as I wouldn't mind blacking her boots
if she wanted me to."
But Clara refused to answer this sally of his. He talked to Miriam for a
little while. The other woman held aloof.
"Well," he said, "I think I'll go and see Edgar. Is he on the land?"
"I believe," said Miriam, "he's gone for a load of coal. He should be
back directly."
"Then," he said, "I'll go and meet him."
Miriam dared not propose anything for the three of them. He rose and
left them.
On the top road, where the gorse was out, he saw Edgar walking lazily
beside the mare, who nodded her white-starred forehead as she dragged
the clanking load of coal.


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