CHAPTER XII. I was one of the few. Come to take leave. Neither the manners, the looks, nor the attire of these gentlemen prepossessed Mrs. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. Did you bring any luggage?" "All I own. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family. Gerald sighed. Part 4 But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. “Sure.
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