“That’s it,” she said. " The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. "Go to your own room, woman, directly, or I'll make you!" "Make me!" echoed Mrs. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. ” To which the only possible reply seemed to be, “I’m not coming home. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping.
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