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She decided to make the journey to Melbourne. In this, she was encouraged by Mr. Burroughs, whom she went to church one Sunday specially to consult. — As a rule nowadays she was no church-goer. Her Sundays were spent in making up arrears of office-work, in overhauling the children’s clothing, in cooking and baking for the week to come. (“If God bothers his head about me at all, He’ll understand. “)— And after service Mr. Burroughs, still in cassock and surplice, his stole — he had taken it off while coming down the aisle — dangling from one hand, stood in the porch and chatted to her, nodding and smiling at his departing congregation, or taking aim with a stone at some inquisitive dog. (Really, delightful man though he was, he had very little dignity as a clergyman.)
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