She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. She pushed him gently on the chest. It always comes out sooner or later. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. That’s the difficulty. “She”, you say. He dropped the key on the counterpane.
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