" "You had better write them for me, Mr. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. ‘She’s perfectly right. ” It occurred to her that she had never seen her father dining out before, never watched him critically as an equal. Anna was having tea by herself when she entered. Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the western side, near a small yew-tree discovered a new-made grave. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think.
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