Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. Fetter Lane, on the left, Gray's Inn, on the right, added their supplies. But whenever the storm grew dangerous, either McClintock or Spurlock broke into saving laughter. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face.
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