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. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. An ordinary type, of course—” Mrs. , like to forget all about it—even their names. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies, whirled around. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t. My thanks, by the by.
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