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The Loom of Destiny

"See, dearest, I shall kiss away every salt tear, and we shall be happy!"

"Home, m'm?" said Davis for the fourth time.

"Yes," said the girl absent-mindedly.

Teddie stood in the gathering dusk, listening to the sound of the wheels dying away in the distance. He drew a deep breath. With that breath he took into his childish nostrils all the blended, heavy odours of Perkins Place. Never before did the awful hideouness of it all so seem to hem him in, and crush him down to some darker under-world.

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