As the body was borne to the house in the arms of the farming-men, Mr. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it. It is what I have wanted, what I have meant all along. Three short days.
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