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I am looking for her all the afternoon, but it is dusk before she comes.
Mrs. Ransome has been in and prepared my tea, and the door is closed upon her again. She will not be back for an hour, when she will come to clear away. I have just lit my lamp, and, with a book in my hand, am about to sit down, when I hear the sound of wheels outside. I hasten into the shop and find Miss Deignton already entering.