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Stephen moved step by step as if he were being unwillingly dragged, until he had got round the open end of the stall, and was half hidden by a screen of draperies. Maggie went on counting her money till she suddenly heard a deep gentle voice saying, “Aren’t you very tried? Do let me bring you something — some fruit or jelly, mayn’t I?”
The unexpected tones shook her like a sudden accidental vibration of a harp close by her.
“Oh no, thank you,” she said faintly, and only half looking up for an instant.
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