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and her smart carriage and the fling of her fine broad shoulders , and -- no , it was no use ; Condy had to run down to speak to her . `` Come , come ! '' she said as he pretended to jostle against her on the curbstone without noticing her ; `` you had best go to work . Loafing at ten o'clock on the street corners -- the idea ! '' `` It IS not -- it can not be -- and yet it is -- it is SHE , '' he burlesqued ; `` and after all these years ! '' Then in his natural voice : `` Hello T.B. '' `` Hello , C.R. '' `` Where are you going ? ' `` Home .