Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. She knew Martha would not ask anything that she did not wish to know. “In five minutes I shall be ready. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. I said I’d make shirts. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis.
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