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Afterwards he became less conversational.
“Leave the things,” he commanded. “Mrs. Tebbutt will see to them when she gets back.”
“All right,” she agreed. “Now we’re going for a walk, eh?”
“I’ve got heaps of work——” he began.
“Not on Christmas Day,” she urged.
“Oh, that makes no difference.”
“Besides, you said you weren’t going to do any more work, in any case.”
“No—but—I thought of dropping in at the Trants.”
Impossible to describe the fierce stab of jealousy that passed through her. It changed her mood completely.