My crafty predecessor had placed this exit well. I emerged behind a bushy evergreen that grew in the narrow space between houses. From there, I was able to make my way to the street satisfied that no one could possibly have seen me leave, not even that sharp-eyed Mrs. Fitzsimmons, who had probably verbally dissected me with Mrs. Bailey the moment my back was turned: Poor dear, with more'n enough nose and chin but barely anything else, a woman can tell; if any man ever marries 'er ee'll find 'imself sorely deceived.

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