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Janet left the house by the cellar window instead of the easier way. It would be hard to explain her reasons, but it was noticeable that when she had safely climbed out and stood on the ground by the window, she leaned over and picked up something and put it away hastily in the pocket of her dress. A great many years were to pass before she showed it to another soul.
"Come along, Clinker," she said briskly, as she went to the shed. "It's high time we were starting. " She jumped into the cart, and Clinker, only too delighted to start for home, set off at a brisk pace.