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SOME days later, in the afternoon, Magda lounged in the old school-room basket-chair, with a novel on her knee. She failed to find the tale interesting, and she did not care to do anything else. Of what use now to practise or work or study? The future for which she had been toiling was at an end. No delightful little home with Rob lay before her-a home into which no troubles or worries were ever to find admission. The dream was dead; and life was a blank.
Her mood, of course, was wrong, and she knew it; but she would not admit that it might be conquered. She only indulged in self-pity.