She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost. I was—I was a corespondent. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. I say, I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis.
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