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Half an hour afterwards, Robina went downstairs. It was a perfect summer's afternoon. She felt she could not stand the house. She went out. The great heat of the day was over. The stars were beginning to come out in the sky. They could hardly be seen as yet for there was too much light, but by-and-by they would shine brilliantly.
Robina raised her head to the sky, and wondered in a vague, girlish sort of fashion what sort of life it was up there, and if God really understood people, and if, in God's other worlds, things were right, not wrong. She felt depressed as she had never been depressed before.