A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. "I can," replied Trenchard.
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