I’ll feel fine as soon as I get out of my wet clothes. The last few months had not dealt kindly with Mr. Last week. She felt terrible lying to him. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. It’s that father of yours you take after, no question. She felt her skills make a belated return.
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