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‘But one day you’ll find a string round your neck that you
can’t pull off,’ she answered.
‘Not me! I’m equal to any of ‘em, mater, they needn’t flat-
ter themselves.’
‘You flatter YOURSELF,’ she said quietly.
Soon there was a heap of twisted black pages, all that re-
mained of the file of scented letters, except that Paul had
thirty or forty pretty tickets from the corners of the note-
paper—swallows and forget-me-nots and ivy sprays. And
William went to London, to start a new life.
