" Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same category as this Taber. John picked it up and put it in her hands. Do you understand?” “I do not,” he answered. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. It’s not fair to you. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners.
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