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Mrs. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. “No, I’m fine. I hope you have learned your lesson now and come to see—come to realize—how things are. The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be Capes’ friend. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. But—it’s one of the things I’ve just been thinking over.
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