The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. “Are there others like you?” “Yes. It is safe. "That young man had better watch his cough," said Spinster Prudence. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. To settle things, you know. “Dear John,” she whispered. . . Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. At the same time she was wildly exultant at the resolution she had taken, the end she had made to her blunder.
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