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It was half-past one on Saturday afternoon. Mrs. Marsh and her daughter had gone out of town to attend the wedding of a friend, and Gretel knew they could not return much before six o'clock. She had finished her solitary luncheon, for which she had little more appetite than for her dinner the previous evening, and was standing before the bureau in her little room, putting on her hat and jacket. Her heart was thumping in great excited bounds, and her eyes shone in a way which would have convinced Mrs. Marsh more firmly than ever, had she seen them, that the child was feverish.
Ever since she awoke that morning Gretel had been fighting with her conscience. That ever persistent "small voice" had been making itself heard very clearly, but with an almost desperate determination, the little girl had resolutely closed her "inward ear."