The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. "I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now. "No, I shan't," replied Rachel, saucily. ” “Why not?” she asked quietly. Oh, you must believe me. She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself. And he had good reason before long to congratulate himself on his forbearance. They set about everyone—everyone. She was definitely following him.
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