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It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. ToC Jack was scarcely concealed when the door opened, and the two persons of whom he had caught a glimpse below entered the room. Then he understood. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. Life is so good.
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