D. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. In no way could he be said to contribute to the gaiety of the little party. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead. It was the first—and the last! At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. Small wonder she had learned to be self-reliant.
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