Anna came back into the sitting-room with a little sigh of relief. I stole away and walked to the railway station. By instinct. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself. " "It is too late," returned Jack, sullenly; "I can't be honest if I would. Your life is like a funeral March.
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