Miss Stanley walked round the garden thinking, and presently house and garden reverberated to Ann Veronica’s slamming of the front door. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. He had been frozen in time at age forty-two.
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