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She forced herself not to think of John. But even you cannot alter her character. McClintock did not exaggerate his ability to read faces. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded.
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