She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. There was no point in rushing into the long walk home. ’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock.
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