She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. Taber? There is a possibility. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. The others hurried to the window. In a moment he was beside her.
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