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she wasn’t coming to him, he wouldn’t track her down. He
mustn’t. He must go away, till she came.
He turned slowly, ponderingly, accepting again the isola-
tion. He knew it was better so. She must come to him: it was
no use his trailing after her. No use!
Mrs Bolton saw him disappear, saw his dog run after
him.
’Well, well!’ she said. ‘He’s the one man I never thought
of; and the one man I might have thought of. He was nice to
me when he was a lad, after I lost Ted. Well, well! Whatever
would he say if he knew!’
And she glanced triumphantly at the already sleeping
Clifford, as she stepped softly from the room.

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