‘And this is not all,’ went on the lady, evidently determined to disclose all her wrongs. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. When she came to school on Friday, she almost tripped twice going up the stairs. One who—who—tres. He has a grand time. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. He was looking pale and ill. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night. Because she states her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact that she is right.
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