Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. She looked at her for a moment fixedly. No instrument I've ever used has done me such good service.
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