Maybe half a year, counting this summer. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person. They would arrive sometime in June.
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