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"Why what a pettish, petty thing I grow, / A mere, mere woman, a mere flaccid nerve, / A kerchief left all night in the rain, / Turned soft so -- over-tasked and over-strained / And over-lived in this close London life! / And yet I should be stronger. " -- _Aurora Leigh._
One wet evening, towards the end of November, Caleb Runciman stood at the window of his little parlor, straining his eyes wistfully into the darkness.