Earles watched her anxiously. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Her lips parted, but no words came. She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. ‘Gérard!’ Before she could react to this new menace, the captain spun round.
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