She leaned back in her chair. Bullding is going to. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. The men have never had so much work to do since they banded. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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