The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. She played “Happy Birthday” for John, after which they plied her with a dozen requests. Her education was remarkable in that it was overdeveloped here and underdeveloped there: the woman of thirty and the child of ten were always getting in each other's way. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure.
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