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clung together in a shaking grip. "Don't tell 'm yeh seen me, sur. The—the shame of it—'t would be as hard fer him." She reached out to the bundle of washing and began to untie it distractedly. "God ease the sin of it," she wept, "but I was happier when yeh tol' me he was shot in the head.… Don't tell him now. Let 'm leave me be. I can finish be mesilf." And Farrell stumbled out the door, blindly, his felt hat twisted in his hands.
