Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. It was clear she wanted to get away from home, that she was impatient to get away from home. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. It was too good to be true.
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