She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. It had gone with the rest. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. You’re not to go. Coolly and gingerly, she kissed it as it stood at its hard angle from his body. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. “She must look forward to Italy.
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