Poor Mrs. Maudsley.
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til to collect eggs, o glance in at t seen a dark shape before.
te.
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I rose from my c I ougo do.
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Slourned to my chair.
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‘But surely tor—“
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S me, very matter-of-fact, ted.
‘ter. If I ed to, I could put an end to it myself. feel sorry for me. I o do.“