. A week later the manuscript was polished and typewritten, ready for the test. She had seen Mrs. Vorsack. Just now the waterchestnuts…. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock.
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