“The doctor has asked me to give them my reasons—for shooting myself. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. One doesn’t want to lose a grain. "I don't know what his idea was. . And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. No offence, I hope. It wound around a small manufactured lake. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea.
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