The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. In some incomprehensible way that back view made her feel sorry for Alice. " "Not if it will hurt her.
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