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Liz never shirked away from the heavier work at the boarding house. One of the younger girls probably should have been made to do it but they were cleaning one of the bedrooms, so Liz had hauled the rug out to the back of the house, hoisted the line to string it up and then began to hit it with a woven, wooden beater.
She hadn't noticed that someone was passing by until the first cloud of dust had cleared.
"Oh I am so sorry!" she exclaimed. "I hope I didn't get you!"