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Sleep did not come easily, but eventually her mind stopped its chattering and she fell into a deep slumber. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. . . He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. “Now step aside, I have some business to attend to. Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. Her aunt had a once exasperating habit of interrupting her work with demands for small household services, but now Ann Veronica rendered them with a queer readiness of anticipatory propitiation. " Man is a peculiar animal. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. It will be a little lonely sometimes,” she said, looking around at them, “and I shall miss you all, but it is the fairest for myself —and I think for you. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times.
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