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There was no fire burning in the house, but Furze brought an armful of dry wood in the living-room, and found Rose standing in her stockinged feet, looking at dirty plates and the ragged end of mutton on the table. "Poor man," she had thought; "no wonder he comes up to us sometimes." Her wet feet had left marks upon the red tiles.
Furze threw the wood on the hearth.