" "I wish I could have foreseen. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will. \" She said, looking beside him at a taller boy who appeared to be bored. “But, forgive me, you are tired. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it.
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