Summerhay's

Summerhay's world was more or less his world; scandal, which -- like all parasitic growths -- flourishes in enclosed spaces, would have every chance.

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Summerhay's little house, her heart sank; for the blinds were down and it had a deserted look.

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Summerhay's bureau, where he often worked too late at his cases, depriving her of himself.

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Summerhay's death, on New Year's day -- Mildenham, dark, smelling the same, full of ghosts of the days before love began.

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Summerhay's, the lift of one shoulder, when he was denying something; she heard his voice, high-pitched.

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Summerhay's love had no such divided consciousness.

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While she was putting on her cloak, her eyes caught Summerhay's.

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But he drew a certain gruesome comfort from the conclusion slowly forced on him, that Summerhay's tragic death had cut short a situation which might have had an even more tragic issue.

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The last train was not due till eleven-thirty, and having seen that the evening tray had sandwiches, Gyp went to Summerhay's study, the room at right angles to the body of the house, over which was their bedroom.

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Old Pettance, waiting for Summerhay's return to stable-up for the night, heard that distant neigh and went to the garden gate, screwing up his little eyes against the sunset.

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